Wednesday, July 06, 2016

Inch by inch - for Alex



Inch by inch


Skin, hair, tenderness—
my love is touching you.
You are no longer
an imaginary happiness,
now you are my permanent bliss,
the open air where I lose to win.

You say, count to ten and find me,
and I start looking for you.
I ask, are you there,
and you come out of your hideout laughing,
with yourself  in the background,
wrapped in a new scent,
a different nakedness.

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