Light Delirium of a Gentle Poet
On white paper,
I pour all mine
delirium...
On white paper,
my lyre weaves
bows of love, and
spills all
daydream...
in your white body,
I write with my
body, novel story
of love...
And in the coziness
from the interlinings to
my gentle soul
I offer you...!
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