Intimate
Intimate
You saddle the other me,
the one you empty
each disappearing dawn,
the bulldogger with a bitten lip.
I am crowned with psychedelic
corollas, dreams beyond dreams.
I learn to forget by forgetting.
There is nothing left of my ecstasies,
or the color of my obsessions,
not even the seize of your mouth
on my words.
Copyright © 2008 Sergio A. Ortiz Published in Origami Condom
You saddle the other me,
the one you empty
each disappearing dawn,
the bulldogger with a bitten lip.
I am crowned with psychedelic
corollas, dreams beyond dreams.
I learn to forget by forgetting.
There is nothing left of my ecstasies,
or the color of my obsessions,
not even the seize of your mouth
on my words.
Copyright © 2008 Sergio A. Ortiz Published in Origami Condom
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