My wish What are these? Long beautiful threads on her head Good enough to heal the cracks in my hands And eradicate the roughness of my chest. Blackness that shines in the sun, Only that I cannot touch Without a permit. What are these? Fresh earth moulds on her chest Standing perpendicularly almost bursting with life energy touching them can heal a lame hand and kissing them can quench the thirst of a desert traveller a step away but still too far. She has eyes that attract the dove hips like fish, swim in my watery eyes as I salivate and I hear there is honey too, covered in blood and thin skin between her smooth bamboo legs only that I do not know how to reach it nor eat it. Oh good Lord, You should have tied her to me Or created her inside me Instead of putting her away from me And making me an ever panting athlete.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 23:06:11 +0000
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