Summernight Plea

Desert sand whipping this virgin temple
And I’ll let you inside; I am the bronze craft of generations of men
But you are nature,
Unpredictable, out of birth, a spectacle with no origin, pure meaning
Come inside the palace
Calves, Thighs, Legs, in between
Be entombed
Into me
If you don’t I’ll be a rusted statue ignored even by sunlight

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