Zywa
Cradle
Along the curtain, the caress
of the wind that embraces me
in the middle of the sun window
of the floor of the room
my feet on the carpet
reach deep into the earth
my heat salutes the heat
my breath kisses the wind
I pull the bed into the sunlight
and cradle me in well-being
stretched out and opened wide
I glide into the world
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