A love letter sent with the wind

The magpie laughs
in the half-madness between us.
Tell me what has happened here?
Clothes are wet with the blue air.
As the voice of the torrent
attempts to subdue
the dragons of desire.
But I think of such
pleasures still to come.
Of a quiet calm before
I look at your body again.
Every finger on the right note.
Everything in its own pleasure.


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