Let Us Reap Your Harvest
green fields are full with red poppy
flowers of your breath
turbulent river flows quietly
fulfilled with your tender love
let us reap the field of your languid love
like meditative monks
the harvest
dancing
on the roof of our enthralled souls
the village has closed her
eyes for the rendezvous
beloved
let us dwell in the ecstasy of love
reap your harvest by the
twinkling stars
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