2012/01/19

3520 I want to be witness of your flowers of fire

When a dawn any other day
The untamable army
Of your fingers
Take me for assault
As the wind,
I want to be
Stars' powder
That when shaking your hand
Be spread
On an unpredictable
Way
Of pleasure
And to submerge myself
Contemplating
Your chest and your belly.

I want to be witness
Of your flowers of fires.

I propose you
To fly over
This sterile
And empty steppe,
Let’s catapult us
Further on
Of the stars,
For above
Of the firmament,
Over the last floor
Of the seventh sky
That life is too short
And we don't know
What tomorrow
Will bring.
For that reason,
When a dawn any other day
The untamable army
Of your fingers
Take me for assault
As the wind,
I want to be
Stars' powder
That when shaking your hand
Be spread
On an unpredictable
Way
Of pleasure
And to submerge myself
Contemplating
Your chest and your belly.
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