Be courageous when her lips are lonely
and the wind pushes her shadow
into your shadow, and you
catch a glimpse of how it is
to make love under her sheets,
while rivers run across the length
of her back, like snakes on hunt,
hunting your lips, searching to
get into your mouth.
Be courageous when on her heart
you will see her raise another cross
(for it will mean, another man has left her) .
Take your hands out of your pockets,
wipe her tears, and linger with
your fingers on her lips, it is time
to tell her that you love her.
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