Let us flounder while he raves
And move through the tall grasses as free birds,
Empty is the sea shore, waves splashing the beach
Our bodies smelling of incenses that disturb the wind
To the hot sands we retire
to rumble with desire.
His defeated eyes will not follow us here,
the past gone with the sun and the sea.
Love beckons our souls and they beat like muffled drums.
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