sábado, 14 de março de 2020

Waiting room

What do I do
with the hunger?

I know even you understand
how sad
and sometimes pathetic
is hearing this much static
instead of the simple refined
poetry
in touch
and how lucky
is the sight
of any body
fed upon the skin
as much as from within.
I know I don't need to be sorry
for being the one to open the flask
and ask...

How was it for you?
How could you handle this for much longer?

08/03/2020

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