Tuesday, May 01, 2012

You


I seek your sleep
in the sea of my solitude. 

You are my earth, and populate

my new silence
with air that does not return. 

I pass through your body,
young rapist, that lives in the forest

dancing for life.  When love dies
freedom is born. 

I stop to pick-up your sigh
wasted

on my nipples
you close the eyes
and plead.

Your gaze amazes me. 
It remains in my ear, a whisper. 

I walk fast.

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