Bite your mouth gently as if sampling a ripe cluster of grapes. I would
Loose all your boats from their moorings to drift free in the gathering storm.
I want to be with you as a farmer with his field at sunrise. I want to
Do with you what nature does with flowers in springtime.
Meanwhile, my eyes wait with my heart just to see you. In the
Darkness, the wind is still singing but you are not with me. The
Moon is full, and I am alone with my dreams.

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