Will you be afraid of my powerful body, subtlely, madly?
Will you kiss me here, as you did before? And between my eyes,
Though they are closed in the twilight? Yes, on the bed, on the clean
Sheets, sand of the beach, a picture in the wall, the light of
The candles exhausted and vanishing, the world outside
And strangely strange, doesn't understand us.
Hidden in the gust,
I hear the uproar of the childhood
Going away.
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