domingo, 19 de março de 2017

Thin line

I'd tear
apart this flesh,
no fear
of starting fresh
only for the chance
of touching the light of you,
even in evanescence.

This ancient temple
is perhaps too small
and flat to embrace the angle
of our longing, that always makes the final call.

I'd rather be dust,
which in truth, I am
and surrender with you to lust
in a palace - a last plan.

Does sharing a body
means that this heart
beats for the two of us
the very same way?


10/12/2016

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