Page 80 - Litterateur March 2021
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A Lover of Late February
Hearing your footsteps I am circling around
of departure you
I look at you like fallen dry leaves
with numbness of in mad wind of early
anticipation march
will you recede your untimely arrival of
late
to me at least for a final
closure February is lingering in
my soul
my lovemaking has not and body like soft late
wintry coldness
ended yet
of the early mornings
my arms are pining for of the March
your
sweat - drops the summer has not
come yet
the moments are still
fresh I can't say goodbye
my tongue is still turn back in my arms
moving
the maandars are
on your body blooming red
my love.
