poem

21 September 2009

Come and lie with me on the harsh asphalt of this city,
we can fall asleep here, wake up in the far away indies
and devour in secret the heart of plants and insects. Indulge in their blood.

Come with me and drink my red dress,
pierce my eyes with your fingers and take my heart,
paint my hair with prayers of good weather and silently await.

Later in the day we can go swim with our clothes on,
feel cold and heavy but forgotten of who we are.




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