9 giu 2014

Omen.



The voice suspended by momentary blaze
I fall silent - you dare,
and fingers make claim within hungry gazes.
You hurt - I stare

at your sincere eyes and mouth
ajar and confused,
your tongue - knotted to my words.

I wish nothing more than this moment,
I take - you overflow.
Our mutual past has never been so present,
you scratch my arms - I know,

now your hidden lacunas get into my bowels,
I feed and you fill me completely
as our limbs entwined merge
we've learnt through pain, now through complicity.

We are alchemy
we are the echoes of stars
we are destiny
we are perfect bizarre
and I'm gonna miss it,

soon
I'm gonna miss us.

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