How delightful we are
Smiling eyes, lucid glimpses of voluptuousness
Souls contained in soft clay vessels
(tender roots sprawling out)
Stripping away sins and covering candors
Covering firey eyes
Rekindling before it dies
We're finding, leaving
Finding, turning
Walking out
Walking into new desire
Flesh is fresh, dawn has died
Night is born, time is right.
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