Passive Storm / Poem

Our looks are passive storms
With our love we warm the sun
He wishes to dwell among us
But he is blinded by our violent radiance

In your kisses I find destiny
Your caresses revitalize my being
We resurrect forgotten songs
We close our eyes so we can see

We are fugitives from the ordinary
The ground kisses our steps
And blesses us for being adepts
Of the extraordinary

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