Poetic Traces
Saturday, 7 November 2026
Is it you
Or is it me
For whenever I think of you
My flower blooms coyly
Thec trembling legs
The diamond beads
And the soaked sheets
A testament
Only you know
And I
But is it your spell
Or my surging urges.
©LR
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