As words, smiles, and affection

Drown into quicksand,

Offer him the light in your eyes

And your sweet hand.


If the desert pleases him,

Let storms sting the prickly face

Silence has already spoiled.

Walk on, girl, through the lacy sea:

A fertile ground of dreams, shells, and Luaus.



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