For N
Tomorrow, when the stars start yawning
I will fly to your soul.
Deeper and deeper into the caves
with no air to breathe,
no light to guide me,
I will find you
Still.
Do not fly into my soul:
You won't find it.
It's making love
to yours -
Only to be back
when the stars cry for the moon
again.
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