sentimental moments...

What do you do at the hour when I miss you?
I, culpable, I reset you sometimes… I don't cry…
That isn't an option… for in sentimental moments
I picture you as if you're a flower, a faultless fruit,
to pick you up, to taste you, without a shame
to tell you, — I love you daring pleasure. Mine…


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