If in the starry night, wandering,
kiss the frosted mouth of the breeze,
the kiss whose melody’s broken.
A visceral discovery.
Men are endless bodies
desiring, descending.
Lovers laden, disrobed.
bodies of dark chocolate -
souls, melting and grasping.
Realizing the downward moment
where two are glued fast together.
Flaws of a diamond,
endless round of gold metal
discarding fears.
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