The dance in my mind
speaks of a lover
that has no words
to speak his heart
but awaits a thunder
to break the rain
so I can come closer
to my feel the warmth
in his hands
after a long wait
under the mango tree
where mosquitoes feast
on my flesh
and the world spins
around us
our feet cannot
find the dance
our hearts are not one
the music is absent
how do we show love
when love is not
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