Wild before us
Rose the magic land
Of mystery and body.
Maenads rose out of water
Covered in seaweeds
Fragrance of slimy earth
And fertile sea beds,
Murmurs from closed rooms
Of frustrated women
Vanish like wiped out alphabets
The earth becomes
A shower of gems in the moonlight
Glitter, sparkle, fragrance, music and silence...
Perhaps dear...
I did know lust!
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