rainy day lover…

my body, — a rich field fertile, exquisite;
my bosoms, — succulent ripened fruits;
my abdomen, — a flora and fauna concept;
my posterior, — the moon and sun paired;

everything in me emits a fruitful sensory
metamorphosed in poetic languages and
the intensity of someone's song... affably
like a rainy day lover, like me, as if i'd be...

as if i'd be rays of a curiosity slipping slyly
in the palms of yours; I, to be guided gently
in your archive with some splitty thoughts,
lollygagging, and waiting, to carry them up

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