Like
Sun comes every morning
To
have his breakfast
An
omelet of darkness
Sprinkled
with the chilies of stars
Like
Moon works tirelessly
Whole
night
As
an unnamed chef
I
want you to come too
To
have your breakfast with me
An
omelet of my dreams
Sprinkled
with the chilies of fantasies
I’ll
work tirelessly
Whole
night
As an unnamed lover
As an unnamed lover
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