The night seems to gather us slowly
this dancers body, it tip toes at my collar bone
And the hammock that squeeks at constant tone awakens us
Laying its breathe of wisdom
"a reflection of you" she says
the stillest airs reframe her girlish meows
Sweet smiles and touchings while the blurs of dreams devour us.
Her name is anneka and this day I know I love her.
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