Monday, October 17, 2011

oh blessed be,
 your perfume is piercing my nose all over again

made all the trees bloom
everything in my being stood up and now still remains.


and maybe we could be the beating of its heart
I can be the core of it
and you send the pulse from the inside
should not feel like a heavy job, 

just smack your fists again its walls;


you say there's a spirit somewhere hidden
raising the erections in the moment warm
I frankly do not want to visit the places forbidden
I will start dancing naked on this empty platform


my head forgets about you
but my body brings your scent;



1 comment:

  1. Majestic. A fragrant nostalgia with such sumptuous twist of rebel eroticism

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