On this summer night that swelters
like
like
the other night when he waded undaunted
in a pool of wilted lotuses
his face aloft,
his pale body swallowed by the waters of desire,
his flowing locks holding at bay all my inhibitions,
his pale body swallowed by the waters of desire,
his flowing locks holding at bay all my inhibitions,
the pale moon glows with such sublime glory
the clouds have veiled the stars in shame
unafraid of the wolves pursuing him.
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