Zywa Weaving springs

It has already been two weeks
since we wrote to each other, rejoiced
weaving springs into a poem

about love in which we mix ourselves
with the candour of a friend
and our need for being connected

You rhyme with me
into an ethereal love, we create
daisies in waving fields

with kissing gates in the hawthorn
the golden keys shine
upon our hearts

Come in and play, dance
blind man's buff, reach and touch
each other's soul

Poem 2525
Amsterdam, 2019-12-02

Blind man's buff (blindfold tag) is an ancient game, popular with the wealthy bourgeoisie in the 18th century, in response to the decency norm that physical contact is prohibited
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Together: connected 
Dedicated to: Sylvia F C 
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