the fog thinned,
see the mountains at dusk,
heaven free
has stepped silk.
dried,
shrubs lend themselves
the death of the frost.
The land my sleeping
already proudly
leafless trees,
so your body
talking until dawn.
In the room there is little light
you are next, hidden
in your arms, I feel
the taste of your thirst.
Your eyes alive
call me and I
drown in your hips.
Stripped of all sense of shame,
we love innocent.
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