2016/08/06

3777 As flower petals or butterfly wings

By seeing you
What I want is
That your clothes
And my clothes
They starts to self-open
Over our bodies
Like flower petals
Or butterfly wings.

Falling
Our shame
As deciduous cotyledon,
Simulating
Dead cells.

And to open ourselves up
To the splendor
Magical and multicolor
Or our nakedness.

And so to see each other
What I want is
That your hugs
And my kisses
They start to self-close
In our bodies
Like flower petals
Or butterfly wings.
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