You and I
rolls up like a flower,
blooming bright clouds,
to blind my eyes.
I look at you,
and your hair falls like autumn leaves,
entrancing my winter eyes,
your body is like spring,
to give breathe in the summer.
There is no quarter for me,
my lazy-lion body stays,
lingers on closer to mine,
and smiles like a pistol,
shooting through easy bone,
and loose sinew.
And in the symphony's last movement,
connect and explode,
like holy fireworks,
brightening a rainy-lust night,
I spent with you.
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