Waiting

Waiting

in expectation.

Under luminescent

peach, pink sky,

I pass nights

longing

for you.

My heart flowers.

I am a poet

writing luscious rhymes

for you.

You are my song.

I am lost;

divine.

I taste dark fruit;

cloudy wine.

Desire

for you.

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