wild love

like a starved wolf,
you tear me
from outside
until your soul,
then, till your rain,
just to gather me
to transform me
into your storm,
adequately
to make me thunder
at the moon,
and the minutes
to get mad,
while are gazing,
passionately,
toward our wild love


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