a flicker of a candlelight was waltzing,
and quivering, as it was caressed by a gentle wind—
an endless orgasmic trembling
of lust
a comet dancing
through the dark
once again
only the wasps
next door were singing
the beat
symmetrically
went on
lust
went away, and helplessly thawed
with the appearance of the first sunlight
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