From the sky, love

For some, there is
only love for a week.
Life in the factories,
the airport or late night
mahjong drinking games.
Takes its toll.
Nothing is spoken or written.
And still the desires want to play.
As for me?

My heart wanted.
My soul wanted.
And reaching each root
I found the key
A woman who
reaches the fresh leaves
and merged with me.
A slow soaking – of love.


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