Monday, July 9, 2018

Of lovers.

Discovering you detail by detail is my wish
Browse your breasts
And sink me below your waist.

Birds fly and my lama needs you
So much so that I can't believe I'm still writing to you.

Your back, the one you always give me,
It's a source of riches for love poems.

Fools in love, fools in love
Who long for a life together
For birds cage themselves in cages
Nothing left without that flight.


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