you… be love


it’s again that hour when your soft kiss
slips gently in my bedding waking me up
in a dream out of a dream to a dream
camouflaged in tender thoughts of yours
bathed by the moonlight in the sea-foam
with scandalous touches that are tamed
to tempt you, be love in a paradox of art

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Billy Raffoul