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Click hereAmor falls its rain on us, querida.
Kisses soothe cooling drops upon my neck.
How the fingernail moon smiles mi vida,
as if to sing that it is at our beck
and call. We need only to watch the sky,
to breathe against the madre flesh of night,
and know that morning whispers by and by
of oranges and sun, the day alight
with hope amante, uncurling the dawn
as promises, as flowers want to bloom,
their petals laughing at each sleepy yawn
awakening within our tiny room.
We celebrate another day, renew
this happiness, our new dreams. Solo tu.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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Now here's a good piece, part of a series;
I'll have to go back now and read them all.
~uncurling the dawn
as promises, as flowers want to bloom,
their petals laughing at each sleepy yawn~
Man
I mean does it get better than that??
This is a collection of the female Don Juan
The female Casanova
A book of seduction and tenderness
It is amazing writing
Thank you