Poet: Losioki Somoire
Grace for Naishorua
day and night
at a violent tide
my heart flapping in my chest like
a hungry cub
my whole shivering in worry
thinking deep thoughts of the one afar with
imaginations
my empty house drowned in loneliness
i lay in my bed imagining how it will feel
meeting
you Naishorua
your grace and candor
my dear you proofed a honey-maker for
all that i see
next to you
in your musty cute body
i stretch to coil in your exquisite
again me
and you in the same duvet like
little puppies
and you
contemplate me with your thrilling eyes
which stare like all beauty
Grace for Naishorua
day and night
at a violent tide
my heart flapping in my chest like
a hungry cub
my whole shivering in worry
thinking deep thoughts of the one afar with
imaginations
my empty house drowned in loneliness
i lay in my bed imagining how it will feel
meeting
you Naishorua
your grace and candor
my dear you proofed a honey-maker for
all that i see
next to you
in your musty cute body
i stretch to coil in your exquisite
again me
and you in the same duvet like
little puppies
and you
contemplate me with your thrilling eyes
which stare like all beauty
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