What is it about you
that touches me so
that I'm a cat,
I blink slow
as if our souls had already met?
The only so much and small
that makes you this all
where I could hear you forever
about trivial
and vital,
and not say a thing, ever.
Where there's such things I could do
and you only have to ask
my breaking dawn and my dusk,
and this will have many and no name
always said as a prayer, never a shame.
31/12/2020
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário
Obrigada pelo feedback!