The cackling Maitaka
the drop of a kiss
Lip clinging kiss
The steam off the surface of the water
The morning frost
The chest's micro vibration
embrace in arms
The softly swaying palm
Contentment in muse
rare but profuse
Aggressive crested falcon
The caress declared
carelessly you dared
Then hands to your sides
Smile narrows
But doesn't disappear
The sun shines
considerations wilt
Dove beats wings
Sky covets
Quietly turn
observe and surrender
There's rhythm
in the way you fly
These clouds cry to see it
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