Moonlight

I'm pulling you out of the dress down on the sand.

Devouring your heart from the spiders club.

Charmed - just a little, by the smell of your skin in the moonlight

and the whiteness of the knees in the tide of male vanity.

*

A dry valley can be a sea ?!

For a moment, a doubt butterfly appears.

And then I'm lost in your arms.

On the side road in the forest of sighs.

*

And after that, when the rain of the monsoons drenched our bodies

On the sand dune of hope, restless

I'm creating a glass beads mosaic

From mosaic, a resurrected butterfly is taking off again.

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