She who makes my heart shiver
she who makes my heart bow
she whose eyes are but the eyes
of a luminous child that flies.
Mine was the candle of disillusion
half-burnt in the dusk
hers the taste of wild musk
coming from her thighs.
Hers the skin that glows
glowing my heart goes
as her dark hair hides my face
amid her fireflies.
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