Friday 11 September 2009

Poem


My desire
for you -

in my hair,
so soft and wet,

in my eyes,

so full
of lights
and
strong,
in my lips,

so red
and sweet

like untouched
longing
fruit,
My desire is silent,

without voice,
keep inside
the
down,
darkness
of the night;


It`s not waiting
full of loneliness
and joy...

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