MARCH MYTHS: DAY 17, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, YOU LOVE, I NURTURE

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• MARCH MYTHS: DAY 17
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES
• YOU LOVE, I NURTURE

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Loving your breasts

You insist, and I nurture,

(She whispers) You and Me,

And if no more than a touch

What for I care you?

Counting your heart beats,

Hearing the song of your love,

The bleeding to death of time

In slow lust on your body,

Cloudless days,

Rainy nights,

Yet the huge storm will burst

Upon your nipples, one day

From a bitter blue sky,

Where shall we be,

(She smiles) where shall we lie,

When death strikes home,

O where shall we dwell,

Not there but with me,

(She kisses) only nearby me,

As we are, here, together,

Now and every day,

Always you and me.

Countless hours,

Listening to your heart beats,

Touching your skin to death of time

in slow heart beats,

Wakeful, hopeful, we love

We live together

A bare life,

A rare love.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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