Poezie

Let

(Abject soul)

1 min lectură·23 februarie 2009

Mediu

Let my lizard fingers

resting on your breasts -

stones warmed up

by the sun of your fervor

inside the bliss

of the virgin eagerness.

Let my claw thrills

rip into pieces your fervor

frightened by the qualm

of the early disobey.

Let my dagger thoughts

insatiable dig into yours

and deeply twist in the hurt

your flammable fervor bleed out.

Let your river fervor

streams delta

overflowing my body

by an insane voluptuousness.

Let your woe

be a rainbow

between your fervor

and my abject soul.

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Viorel Petru Trifan. “Let.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/viorel-petru-trifan/poezie/1824601/let

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