Let
me, tell you, My last dream…
Last night
I`ve dreamed that you kissed me
And I
let it be
Why
where we there?
Drowning
with madness
Love,
hate, charity, fake!
The man
from the dust
The woman
from the sky
They bloom
in the wind and they remain alive
Why?
Pickled
orange, sour cream
A dream,
a dream!
I
would never kiss you!
And
you will never kiss me!
You
are not he
And I
am not she!
Windy
wind, sniffing fire
Burning
hot, cast desire!
Words
in words, eye in screen…
Floating
wings
Worlds
apart, words across…
“I
think I’m about to do something stupid…,
Follow
me!”
A kiss
of fantastic, no flesh chemistry
Knitting
the words in a frenetic desire
Love,
love, making love!
Making
love with the words you and me!
No comments:
Post a Comment