Romantic poem of the week for Tuesday, 18 December 2001

 

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savannah

savannah

 

When your breathing

becomes irregular

Your eyes dilate

Your legs tighten around me

and lions roar

in the noon day sun

upon the savannah

I come

alive.

 

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