From the high plateaus of your
forehead
To the lower plains of your feet
From the evening shades of your
earlobes
To the morning nail-paint of your
toes
From the margins of your beguiling
mouth
To the wetness of your forbidden
lips
From the corners of your hypnotic
eyes
To the stubbornness of your
unyielding arms
From the loquacious glibness of
our weary days
To the silent manoeuvres of our amorous
nights
This traveller has travelled a
long way
My love
Longer than all dumb calendars...
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