Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Blood Vessel Burst On Breast




Hair, glued all tangled dirty wet oozing love.
Casement, on the smile, the lip hung open offer.
hair, dark defeated knotted fingers and stowed still around.
forehead, laid cut, welded to the body left, crushed pale, inert.
Keeping the memory of the brilliance of lovemaking, hot moments. If short ... if
long ... intense ... Unique

It is true that the immorality and the exception, it is true that the touch, the words souflé simple caress. It is true that sharing without constraints, the impulse tenderness, that disheveled hair and hand drawn.
It is true that what seems impossible and insane, it is to live as fools

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