Short night over,
the dawn
white in mist
and clouds
hiding the golden
apple you
would pick
and give
her as a gift
for all the wild
visions of the darkling
hours, all the wild
visions of her
that still swirl,
nymphs cavorting
around your
aroused faun
still reaching
for the alluring flesh.
29.05.2025
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