Thursday, July 14, 2016

who knows

She likes the perfume
which must be
 his secrecy
And feels that wish of
ah... I wish I had it

Closer
So I can let myself  go and get lost
in his most intimate sighs

She loves it when he comes up

for all the revolution
of her body
 a painful
 feast
of  uncontrolled senses

She hates it,
 as the moment for him to disappear
gets too close and clear

and she can do nothing but
hold up her tears

maybe

another day
 week
 or year

Meanwhile,
A dream.


..................

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

GONE

...
...
...


Where did it go?

Your ability

to fall in love

love

and be loved...
...

Where did they go?

The wise words,

the witty laughter,

the precise moments...

The no fear,

the no-black future...
...

Gone...

...because of the gone ones?
...

Gone...


...because over is the end?

....

Don't know.

...

Gone , gone, gone
...


Gone to stay.

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