domingo, 10 de fevereiro de 2019

Refinement

Before you
I never knew
how wonderfully true
everything I say, do
and my tears bedew

for men of present, dream and past
would come about and last
like the hex only ink can cast

towards the brightest moon
maybe a little bit too soon
to own night, morning and afternoon

and be just as eternal,
intense and carnal
from the pages of a journal
to a breath that smells like sandal,
a mouth as soft as a rose petal!

09/02/2019

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