House of Heart

Summer winds have erased our

footprints, worn smooth the paths

to coves of yearning.

Riptides stir memories that

lift me like a bird

past summer’s sheen and

recollections untouched.

Give me your kiss,

your sigh on my skin

for freedom is hard silence.

Give me you however fleeting and

I will give to youeverything.

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