Thursday, February 25, 2016

quota

it was trance that you injected

beats in my head

colours sensed with my eyes closed

you stayed




half conscious makes it all better remembered

a bell awakened

with external stimuli in your shoes and mine

we had a great time




you left a morning 

on the bed

topless

an outline of your curved spine

not the strongest built 

                 such tender to be remembered




I jumped off my nest

and took it with me

           makes me wonder

if I could ever run out feeling what I felt






go back to bed

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