I am married to her tear drops —
Twinkling crimson rays of twilight
Crawling down her soft cheeks.
I make love to them at
The end of day —
When the mighty sun dies
And the moon high above the sky,
When the music is drunk
And each note dances upon the air.
I shake the fading stars
Bang the night
Frenzied my heart in amaze
Listening to the echoing sea shell
And I make love to her
I make love to her tear drops
Cascading in a whirling wind
Of words and phrase.
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