I am the solitude and melancholy
rain and thunderstorm
of your sober nights of  autumn and winter
 I am the deep pleasure
of love and devotion
of spring and summer.
Declarations that arise from my genes
on having been in love with you love architecture
wrapped in fragrances of sexual making
we dance to the intimate chords of desire
where our souls  are lovers of pleasures
they glisten like ardent footprints
in the silence of half the noise.

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