Playing the Flute

  

The certainty of words,

Like playing the flute,

If there is a time to undress, 

It is now, when he brings me a rose

Or a pink hyacinth, then 

My thoughts close  in on me, 

Loosing sight of everything except the wind
Beneath it all, there is a joy 

I feel it here, and there.

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