A Summoning to Love


In winter, the birds hide in the trees and cry because they are cold.
A summer full of sunshine and fresh water appear far for them.
You are my sun and my fresh water.
As these birds, I'm waiting in the cold of my heart.
When will you come into my winter?
When will you enter my universe?
You too are cold, very cold, like me.
I wait with open arms.
We will warm together in love--
In pure love!
In pure hot love where birds fly
Happy to be
In the heat of a blue summer sky.

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