He tries to write poems
about nature to calm
himself, but how can he
when the only landscape
he wants at this moment
to explore is her landscape
of flesh, yearning
to explore her
undulating form
as the rain and the wind
and the Sun touch the landscape
opening before his gaze,
the landscape which memory
replaces with her form,
waiting
as the land awaits
the caressing rain, the wind
and the beams of light.
16.08.2024
Poem Poems Poetry Verse
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