segunda-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2021

Chiaroscuro

Is it to your taste
if I happened to strip
off the white flower of my dress
just so I can better feel your grip
on my waist
as your warmth steps close against
my skin and our loneliness,
much hotter
than a night of summer,
like a young king 
offers willing,
kind hands
to a distant princess,
swallowed by dark golden lighting? 

25/01/2021

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