The longing
For your love is
Like the energy
That powers
My vimanas.
And even though
It is summer,
The air in this city
Blows in all
Directions
Of my spring,
I’ve already said
That my navel
Is buried
Where your trees
Dance,
Near the warm atoll
Of your stars
And seashells.
That’s why I want
To ask you,
When the wind
Blows around you,
Pay close attention
To the words
I whisper
Without sorrow,
Full of joy,
Because the longing
For your love is
Like the energy
That powers
My vimanas.
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