winds of wishes

are we of those

glowing sparks

the most of whitened 

wishes in the wind

the slightest of touches

exaggerated...

bear with me, this,

the longest April.

shall we unite

in a forever bond

shall we give forward

our offspring, Pleasure

pushing and pulling out 

the gush of Love

something dear and true,

something to be cradled

or be saddened with the

deflation of two hearts

that have expired into those

winds of wishes...

the well of myself 

has become

deeper than I'd imagined

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