The Shapeless Dance of Lovers
I often desired more
With the impatient burning in the chest
The shapeless dance of naive shadows
Being stripped of love and wish
In the dusty single bed of a portrayed room
The scent of womanly fragrance floats like the last desire
Of the tempted skin and fragile body
I wish I could say it all
When no one listens at the corridor of sliced moon and slant doors
The prism of the glasses awaits
And I slowly understand what the world tries to say to me
I laugh, as lovers do
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