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I am mad, in love with insanity.
Because I am captivated by you,
enough that I want it to end between us.
I can still taste your fine skin,
longer than aroma hangs in my hair.

I am mad to absorb your almond nectar.
Because my tongue is an explorer,
and I need to swallow your voice, all of it
and ride the steed which speaks to me,
in metaphors and prose.

And as I compose, my lips remain moist,
I close my eyes to mere slits.
In the palm of my hand,
I want to cradle you, my dear man,
because I adore you.

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