Sunday, 24 January 2021

 Mysterious

Gravitational

And exotic

Your third eye

Has a magnetic resonance

Like the crimson moon


Fogging my feelings

Between rage and desire

To devour it

Cherish it 

In my solitary nights

Between my meaningful silence

And whispers of ecstasy


Your navel

Is the only universe

I wish to be.


©LR





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