Thursday, 23 December 2010

A poem: For Kawazingah

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lets hear for a change of record yeah?

Could i have been mistaken is this real?
How can i have loved before? But now
i am sure that the sky is blue i feel.
No romantic before me can know how.
When i lick my teeth and i taste his breath
when he touches my skin and i feel aflame
i crave the arrival of my Little Death.
With you inside me, kisses numb the pain.
Trails of extacy rows down our backs
blooming red roses awake on our necks
in a cloud of sheets we try to relax

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