Of the adventure we
were mum
Of the sky we heard
singing and checked in
Of the Japanese text
we carried a handkerchief
Of morning we found
something delicate
Of the months we
resorted to amazement
Of the music we called
for more fuzz
Of the others and the
vagrants we were valleys and distance
Of the dandelions we
were feeling haunted
The houses and the
apartments lacked focus
On the skin travel
sounded nice
Of the boys and girl circling in the atmosphere
like love swaying in all directions
we cleaned in-between the tip-toes
The rain fell and fell and fell
until the rain fell again and again some more
Of the kissing we kissed
Of the tiny messages there were volumes
Of the lovemaking laid the forms of poems.
Of the boys and girl circling in the atmosphere
like love swaying in all directions
we cleaned in-between the tip-toes
The rain fell and fell and fell
until the rain fell again and again some more
Of the kissing we kissed
Of the tiny messages there were volumes
Of the lovemaking laid the forms of poems.
1 comment:
I like this one....
It speaks to me....
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