Life ....in all its celebrating self.....calls me ....into
the sun flower field...... where i become the saffron robe...........of the monk...
im all in shambles... till the gentle hands of the monk...adjusts me... corrects me..
or
i think so...
and....then u call me.......
im hungry...... i feel it... in my skin.....like the life
life ...hidden in the tears of the petals....that look to the sun ....as though
its not the warmth ...that they miss...its the desire ... i need to be burnt... so i gaze
as the sun moves........till he sets...his foot......
on the same sand .... of time.... where we fought like kids..... and made love....
where i stood still and so was time..........
i dont need things anymore..........i burn in their desire.........i dont yearn for them.......if u see my eyes.......
they are red.......
flushed...
and hot........
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