What A Coincidence! Love Is Calling Me Too
this will be my last poem for tonight
in here, it is 11: 32 in the evening.
someone is naked inside my room.
she is a beautiful bird making her love call.
she is a flower, and i will be her only dew.
she is the only moon, by my open window.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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