Zywa
Bridal bed
You came, didn't ask anything
smelled the fragrances
of maturity around my body
you gave me sweet words
and later a kiss
I floated
Come down
you beckoned, here, but
it is precisely your eyes that make me light
keeping me night and day
in the air without ballast
I'll help you, you smile
and you lick the fragrances
from my skin, you dress me
with your look, I get weight
and you lay me down
among the flowers
in which I unfold myself
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