Sunday, August 26, 2018

Answer to a love.

Your hips are a delight
Your legs a love

Your gaze kills me
The one I often see

I'd like to tell you about the affair.
I'd like to hold you and not let go until I lose what little sanity I have left.

On the other hand, there's the other
On the other hand, these you and all your feelings
The ones you waste on the corners

Your skin sweet consolation of the withered
It's like a silk that wraps around me

Your French scent is my favorite.
Because it kills me and brings me back to life a thousand times.

You between my delirious leg
The one that keeps me upright writing obscene things
On this cold afternoon where there's nothing left
More than the suffering of lack of love


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