Thursday, March 13, 2014


The truth is,
I love the way your hips don’t lie.
The way your body moves like mysteries
my imagination tries to solve.
If we could leave right now,
today would feel like autumn.
Your lips would be a soft breeze against
mine and my hands would feel(fill)
you up like a blind man or a poet.
I can be both if you want me to.
I can be the sun, if you the moon.
The fire, if you the wind.
The sinner, if you the sin.


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