January 25, 2003

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  A Woman’s Lovesong
  
  

  because I need to write in verses
  to make you read my mind
  
  

  slowly, with uttermost care.
  I’ve embellished my tongue
  with wine
  so you could drink in there.
  with you,
  I’m drunk with metaphors,
  I want you
  that fragrance loses its smell.
  
  

  I want you,
  that colors are not enough.

  
  

  Intruder
  
  

  if only I could enter
  the depths of your mind,
  
  

  I would crawl inside
  entwine my limbs,
  snuggle into the fuzzy comforts
  of your elusive vestibule
  that housed your heart,
  if only,
  I could cling on and not become
  an encumbrance.

  
  

  ~Shy~

  • 9:27 pm
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