but what of her,
the magnolia
with glacial eyes?
she is a storm
laughing with passion,
flying into the sun.
she is lunar
yet solar in spirit,
burning down the sky.
my body asks for her
like water to parched lips,
she smiles and i melt.
i yearn for her knowledge,
her cherry lips,
those glacial eyes!
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