Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Clean Outside Of Travel Trailer



is in this lonely morning I do not see you,

that my heart has

the heavy gloom of night forgotten.


I do not know what to say,

to invent excuses

that corner of my soul that despairs,

not want

see heavy fog

that actually creates when it evaporates.


This suffering is hopeless:

when you see your black eyes then it will be different ...


Then I will come

this infinite well

devious thoughts,

unimaginable

who whisper in my ear

lies tangle with truths.


Aviva this feeling

that comes from my chest,

to die in your skin and revive ...


Let no desire to look back

again, let dreaming.


And you dream with me,

want to pose your head on my pillow,

I want your hair

tangling with mine doing

a river of dark revelation.


tonight I want you in my arms,

want to have your body next to mine,

hold your hand,

walk as two

silent people secretly

your smile tells me

that tomorrow will be with me

and your eyes light my way.

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