Sunday, June 7, 2015

A poem on my body

You wrote a poem on my body
Filled the lines, followed the curves
With lustful words and loving silences

The secret fears of loss and death,
our longing and desire,
inscribed on the quivering of my skin

You wrote a poem on my body
Your body h
eavy on mine
Your blood, my veins
Pulsating rhymes of troubled hearts

The pacing of our movements
the verses of  our intensity
Written today on my body
On my soul

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