in my dreams

let's drink a coffee, a tea, let's talk about us,

or just let's watch ourselves, at each other,

to feel together how often love kissed us...

[it whispered at my soul's roots, the spring];

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let your mind's steps tread on the doorstep

of my blues using a poem without uttering 

love's words, lusts, and longings, but only be

felt in the emotional charging of your cells;

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let your chromosomes' fragrance spread up,

tenderly to touch my meadow of buttercups,

placed in my dreams among time and space

with the noise of verses moaning your name

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[whispered at my soul's roots, once again, –
the spring]