is torn between longing,
a soft touch, a glance:
Where are you my love?
I feel
as though I’ve been cast,
the four winds, the stars:
Are you here my love?
Drifting
on the cobalt blue sea,
the red blood, desire:
Will you come my love?
Lonely
the search I continue,
never knowing, looking:
Are you her my love?
A child
dries a tear on my cheek,
saltry desire, fluid:
Take my heart, my love.
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