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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.
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