Cavalo Nero, page 22

a vociferous rythm
lies in my vocal desires
opening up to you
spiralling in your skin
the alacrity of our love
was similar to lotus blooming
petals after cuddles
the stunning timelapse of love
vanishing in its beauty
we all wither, afterall
but first, bacchanalia apart,
we all recount
what’s left behind

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