you missed it all...didn't you?

Carried by the cuckoo's intermittent cry
I by your earlobe fly...
You do not notice...do you?

Perhaps you had missed
The touch of mine when the afternoon breeze kissed
Your lips, your cheek...
Your neck sweaty sleek...
Perhaps you had overlooked
How the breeze of the evening away took
Your summer night's pinkish dress...
O how the breeze then on you pressed
Its vigour too powerful for you to disobey
Its strong musky smell then on you it did lay...
As a sheet of curtain unseen...
As passion writing it all on your skin...

But you perhaps missed it all
For you didn't notice how even passion fall
Onto you, as the afternoon breeze pass by
And red liquid dreams of dusk also fall from the evening sky...

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