Monday, August 29, 2016

If you come to see me




If you come to see me 


at nightfall
at the hour of my magical fatigue
and you hold me in your arms
make me recall
the flavors of your mouth,

the echoes of your footsteps
the source of your laughter,
your kisses… if you come
when I’m handsome and wild
and my lips are utter sweetness
and they’re made of red silk
and they laugh and sing

when my mouth is as full
as nail in the sun when I close my eyes
because they’re so heavy with desire
I won’t            know              what to           do! 

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