sábado, 16 de maio de 2020

Things that can't be helped

My master,
my lover,
my teacher...

My friend.
I may not need you,
but oh, how I love you,
how I miss you...

Breathe on, air into my lungs.
Touch on, life into my skin.
Weight to body that longs
for much more than it has ever seen...

Vibrant male
of the highest scale,
the woods' and mine crown prince,
even though you are everywhere,
I still crave your hands on my hair
and have given myself ever since.

09/05/2020

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