Missing you in installments, I pet, smile, and calm your face, also your body, centaur.
Wherever we have been, if night falls inside this old room, I imagine you are in front of me.
Encircling my slender body with both your arms, or vice versa, preferably.
And so on, I hope this poem will be a bridge between you and me, soon longing.
Missing you in installments, I pet, smile, and calm your face, also your body, centaur.
Wherever we have been, if night falls inside this old room, I imagine you are in front of me.
Encircling my slender body with both your arms, or vice versa, preferably.
And so on, I hope this poem will be a bridge between you and me, soon longing.
Missing you in installments, I pet, smile, and calm your face, also your body, centaur.
Wherever we have been, if night falls inside this old room, I imagine you are in front of me.
Encircling my slender body with both your arms, or vice versa, preferably.
And so on, I hope this poem will be a bridge between you and me, soon longing.
Missing you in installments, I pet, smile, and calm your face, also your body, centaur.
Wherever we have been, if night falls inside this old room, I imagine you are in front of me.
Encircling my slender body with both your arms, or vice versa, preferably.
And so on, I hope this poem will be a bridge between you and me, soon longing.