Poezie
number 1
1 min lectură·
Mediu
woman,
I am a man lost
between your
hands
and your
eyes
between
now and tomorrow
i have blood
all over my hands
as i pulled out
my heart
and
eating it now
feasting over its warm
redness
not of hunger
not of sadness
but because you live in
it
and
I can see
the waves
of oceans
hitting your skin
you standing there alone
are those tears in your
eyes
or only salted water?
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