the young lovers
close their rooms too early
and they open
their rooms
too late for lunch
they keep
on hugging tightly
to their bones
and marrows
exploding
their ecstacies
and we understand
how is it to be lost
in the labyrinths of
passion
i have tried it once
and they all
understand what
we mean by
our actions
they were once
lost too
in the embraces
of their arms
and the rest
too understand
what humans know
what human do
they fall in love
and they think
they will never be
separated
ever again
from this sense
melting away
from shame
and being a stranger
to modesty
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