I want this night to be your starry sky,
You universe of hope, your promised land.
I want to write your wishes in the sand,
And let your monsoon wave faint like a sigh,
In the arms of a lover and a friend.
I want your eyes to beg, your heart to fly,
The flame in you to dare to laugh and cry,
As if this shy beginning had no end.
I want to be for you the missing touch
That keeps your pilgrim heart from finding peace,
And your imprisoned lust from asking much.
I want to be the passion that you miss,
The burning fire that you hide and crush,
The letter to yourself, sealed with my kiss.
JV
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