A feather flies without the wobble pulse uncorrupted
in the freshness of the night
that newly born.
sigh is left between the lines.
silky
This day just now. Conclusive is known
vehement
finished supreme.
I doze between verses and your kisses. The immediate tenderness
a breath
between my lips. Valentina Antonietta
2011
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