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You spill forward
into the world
through the warm waters
of the womb
fall into the open arms
of a mother
longing to hold you…

We dance through childhood

prance through teenage years

swim in and out of love

find the one who makes your body ache

for their touch

our bodies meet in harmony

our hearts beat in rhythm

overwhelmed by the sensations

melting together

your eyes meet mine

as you lie between the crinkled red sheets

beating, breathless, pulsating

When you knock on my chest

knocking on my door

there will be opened

for the voice of the

fairytale

You´re whispering in the dreams

of the night

about morning of Time

and leaves footprints on

the soul

You´re the creation of

the past, the present, the future

and you lives in

the purple tears of poetry,

and in the red kisses of my dreams.

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