Δευτέρα 2 Δεκεμβρίου 2013

Paris bleeding


my arms with a single embrace
would speak more eloquently
of my desires
my lips silent on yours
would reason
that the words you bestow
upon me
should be devoured
with gentle urgency.
fingers like little cameras
are taking photographs
of our profane celebration.

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