finding the time for love



finding the time for love


breathing pure words
on a playful background,
you are in me
once again

rattling all the doors
and windows
I hear symphonies
but, you make
not a sound

gathering minutes
in a basket full of holes
love is like liquid
when it’s warm
and shouldn’t it always be warm ?

deny nothing from your heart, love
for it wants
to know
about the wanting
and the waning..
the intimate whimpers,
and the crumpled sheets
in morning
from the shadows in the night

and always,
find the time..
for love..

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