signs say nothing against nothing.
First Spring, kiss my danger. Kiss my salty waters.
Kiss this moment this edge this pulp of heart.
energy says lips against lips melting all opposites.
back to the burning touch.
Cut deep this pulp off my open mouth before One touch.
Fallen me before One touch without why.
it rains roses without why on me on waves.
I doubt my leaning on breasts demanding You.
our tongues of distance return at dawn
saving my eyes from dust.
First Spring, sister of Chaos and Eros, rain on me
One red touch
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