Younglan and Tochi (Seguidilla)

His face a slate
On which you can write
His desires or yours
The poet in him recreates
All life’s circumstances
Painting it in colours
Blue red or yellow
Love war or laughter

I have not seen you
Yet your heart throbs
Inside of my heart
You desire to wake by His side
Looking in His eyes
Surrounded by His love
Letting Him in on my situation
I know His name
He calls me Tochi

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