terça-feira, 20 de julho de 2010

Wordless Poet

I wish I could stay free from that impregnating scent of ancient, true love!
Here I am, before a taste of bliss, with those pores staring at me from her neck.
That hand, moving around her perfume. That hand, conducting the orchestra in my chest.
Those eyes.. Those eyes...

Can't leave it alone, this decade of revolutions in my soul, in that everything I gave.
In that everything that I have now, all mine, all mine! All ready now, to be part, not alone, not given, not lost...

... Poet without words...

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