Tuesday, August 17


i would sense your body from miles
but this is not poetry
a ray of thought would descend upon our improbable future
but this is not poetry

i think about your body in the shadows of remebrance
i touch images spoken spreading your perfume
i write kissable words in your body of stars
i talk in tongues in your tongue

nothing can keep me away from you
i can not even think about it
because you are me
because im you

but this is not poetry
and im not me

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