how it works through the roughness
between us
sandpaper gold, the mosaic of our closeness
i melt into your acacia sweetness
you stick like bubblegum softness
onto my lips
we pluck the thorns, it stings
we climb hills and slip through valleys
our heels shaped and moulded in mud cakes
we bathe in a rivulet, our waters make love circles
a traveler's palm whispers a whiplash tattoo
on our chests
and the soft muscles pound to touch it
we lie under the cotton tree
the cotton pod is dirty white and so am I
you mention—
soleil: the sun,
les étoiles: the stars,
blanche: white,
l'amour: love,
tu: you
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