terça-feira, 10 de março de 2009

Golding meet

wagons discharging the gold
take away my diamonds
I sat on the grass, image and action

soft red wine, a few nuts
his shirt crumpled and my sun infiltrating
leaving the past, the passing

leaves stretch my heat up by shadows
let me feel the ice water down throat

a time with you and the wind
the wind with us all afternoon
watching the night, you-day
you and he are so compatible
we are so irresistible

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