the plush you
moss here and there
would trail like a carpet
fragrant as your nape
soft as your smile
I wish to have you
the satin you
tulle here and there
and silver moon's thread
navy-blue river glitters
everything quivers
I wish to have you
the mint you
honey here and there
golden amber
is the colour of your feet
on my head.
- THE END -
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