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I am as soft as butter I melt in your heat Let me not slip through ------ How can I give you my song? My voice is choked My musical instrument shy -------- The brook passes frolicsome The forest is heavy With bird-songs ----------- You play with my lean fingers And sing of some flower-bud Am I that flower-bud? ------------ You are bad, very bad You have stolen my windows I cannot close them ------------- My milky white breasts Like forest pigeons Seek safe nest When wind gathers storm ----------- You are shameless You drop your coverings Behind the winter mist ------------- In absence of mind I forgot you were here On this dreamy blue lake ------------- I was asleep sick of your absence And could not hear your footsteps Breathless at my window ----------- Your amorous laughter Is a brief refrain To my evening song ---------- I am doe-eyed You say day and night You have killed the doe My vision is blurred ------------ You are a gifted woodpecker You have made room In my love-dried heart ----------- Is my bedroom your playground? I am sick of your love Go back to your forest And play tunes to water fowls ------------ We slept near a cataract Waters falling down Like your desires I was blinded by their atoms ----------- It’s waters off a duck’s back My words are futile I must kiss you last And close my lips ------------ Sometimes you are a purring cat Sometimes a scratching mouse Where am I in this cat and mouse game? ------------ Your love makes me sad You love me like water And I am a pond ------------- Boatman sings songs of absence Mountain clouds are slow moon My eyes are dry in the evening lamplight Room of swirling mists -------------- Years slipped into centuries Old snow coiled the mountain top I heard with deep shudder Distant rumbling of thunder My lover's profound kisses ------------------

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