Cool night bliss   
 between the rough sheets   
 my sweet skinned honey   
 effluvium of red waters.      
  
 Mixing the smell of the warm floor   
 with herbs on the wire   
 the skin wrinkles from his words   
 remedying fluttering eyelashes.      
  
 Get up early in the morning   
 as the shadow holds us back   
 wrinkle the linen adornment   
 conducive to the crossing of hands.      
  
 The kingdom is gift   
 when the first birds rise   
 gasps as the heat kisses   
 under the unfurling of dawn.      
  
 Elegant crack   
 present and rebellious   
 to the authorizing calendar   
 of our sisters the hours   
 emerges from the depths of the soul   
 under the wear and tear of the ordinary   
 with little strokes of the oar   
 age turned into prayers.      
  
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