Apr 17, 2010
I fell asleep next to your voice.
It was so good there and your warm breasts kept my temple.
I don't even remember what you were singing.
Maybe something about the branches and waters that wandered
in your night.
Or maybe your childhood that died
somewhere, under words.
I don't even remember what you were singing.
I was playing with my palms in your kinks.
They were very willful
and you weren't even noticing me.
I don't even remember why you were crying.
Maybe just like that, for the sadness of sunsets.
Or maybe for love
and kindness.
I don't remember why you were crying.
I fell asleep next to your voice and I was loving you.
It was so good there and your warm breasts kept my temple.
I don't even remember what you were singing.
Maybe something about the branches and waters that wandered
in your night.
Or maybe your childhood that died
somewhere, under words.
I don't even remember what you were singing.
I was playing with my palms in your kinks.
They were very willful
and you weren't even noticing me.
I don't even remember why you were crying.
Maybe just like that, for the sadness of sunsets.
Or maybe for love
and kindness.
I don't remember why you were crying.
I fell asleep next to your voice and I was loving you.
broken roses
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