Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Venus de Milo

Venus de Milo

Every pore you kiss and seal.
I want to keep memory of your breath
as the last life’s souvenir.

My hair brushed with your fingers,
arranged for forever now: casually, lovingly.
Your exquisite masterpiece.

When I am the happiest I whisper:
I could die now.
Now is now darling,
you’re killing me softly with your words.


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