Without Reserve Poem by Zyw Zywa

Without Reserve



My windless head
doesn't even care for music
we wander and kiss
through the same streets

eat half portions
of each other wish to
share everything
surrender completely

to eight stroking
dance with the birds
on the bar of sand
the cape of Ameland

drink up all the stars
and then we swim
in mirror water
into each other's skin

Monday, August 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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