By Michelle Fetalvero
We, parallel beans
seated on red sand --
Strings unseen
In the height of my dreams
Your tiny lingers
Your Fire succumbed to my Coldness,
to the most romantic night.
Never we will bump
Till you fill in my blank --
Intersecting in deep Mirage
Unclothed we dance -----
Sweetly --- our Vines intertwined ---
Our greens sprout, smilingly ---
We, parallel beans ---
seated on red sand.
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