act
i still dream of making love to him
awaiting, always, belonging to a glass
of red teardrops
hold me in your eye
i am inside and far away on the shores
one skin, we have one skin
my hair - black tamed sea of storms
let me breathe you in
love, sitting next to us, careful
let me breathe
love, vulgar smile and beauty and obsession
let me
let me
breathe.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Jul 04, 2007.
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