Condition
Drunk ... I drank too much th echampagne of words
Staggering like a kite in a wind contrary
I feel heart string tugs and mount again in air
On at the clouds cuddling height
I smell the fragrance of a tropic land
A longing for tree tops ... the sweet aroma of fruits
Where our skin are peeled naked like a moon
My tongue longs for cores of sweetness
In tropical songs when balmy winds blow
My knees sagging in wekness
Drunk ... let me touch the solid world
Of your eyes unclothing light
Let me sit down awhile ... and listen to the night
Teach me passions forgotten in boyhood dreams.
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