Imbroglio
You are my dream, still in my thoughts
When you’d call and tell what I’d do
Your hands for real, I want to hold
Like palms on sky, embed so bold
How warm our hands, in faith entwined
My head lay down your chest divine
Your thighs, I kiss, lean sorrow close
In throes, my nape, you held repose
Your naked flesh, my neck, your bliss
Our tangent limbs entangled mist
Tempestuous love, so incomplete
Unreal kiss, it dies; deletes!
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