euphoric witnessing

the young man drunken
singing the old songs
in native
in the breeze touch night
my new high
letting me observe
the erotic night
like breeze touch

shop grease

euphoric witnessing
of someone’s light filled
life of someone’s yearning
pressing soft smells from
the grass and the leaves
and the clouds’ life
and the shoots coming from
the plants
and the constant yearning
even coming from behind
the eyes but the spirit can take
off dreaming at any minute

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