joi, 15 septembrie 2016

Milky Way

All the noises stop
Where the wall of your skin begins
If I stick my ear to your neckline
And bury me in
I could sleep and die as a mute in that oasis
For I would have no more need for words
In the land where no man shall pass
For I am there alone
Inside my dying man, under a clear sky
You could not see through it back to the world
Just like you can’t see through our own to the galaxies
Out there, beyond
But I have no need for that
For I have found my own Milky Way
Down at the river of your skin
Where moles guide me to its spring.

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