terça-feira, 4 de abril de 2017

A longing

My neck
feels naked
without the jewel
of your fingertip
around it.

My skin
does not seem
to belong to me
when yours
is not against it.

My soul
only gets to return
to this feeble body
when your warmth
is there to embrace it.


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