love #3

a yearn for a touch,
an emerging uncontrollable
craving.

a scattered thunderstorm
first the lighting
then the thunder.

then comes the deluge,
exorcising beasts
of non materialized
desires.

leaving a vacant lot
for the new
aspiration.

an antimony of love.

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