At dusk we lie
Upon sand dunes, not satin sheets.On the cock of the crow
I wake, shaken by dawn.Tirelessly you work for me,
For my love, not hand in marriage.But alas, by evening I fall again
My heart weakens before the moon.Your touch loosens morals,
Slice into me and take a bite.I am yours if you are mine
Around these bonfires of love.The veil of night hides flaws and
Makes this love possible.But we don't belong together,
Oh, beyond the midsummer nights.
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What it's like to Wander
PuisiSad whimsy and poetry, maybe flickering embers of love.