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Poetic Body

I wore your lovely white skin.
 (Simple, strong and sweet)
 Your body, your absolute body weighing
 over my untamed conscience,
my unbearable lightness soothing the walls,
 licking the naked me; the (fe)male loosing her/himself,
 listening (I love listening to you), I love to make you
 suffer and want more and more and more till
 you evaporate in a cloud of dark roses:
 I am all things. Who do you see when
 I am legs, arms, breasts, sweat, water,
 past, present and future?
 Yes, I see...I see your wonder; my exclusive wonder,
 your poetic body revolving my moon,
 my unique sun, the universe in us.
 I wore you, you wore me.
 Our skins are an immense patchwork:
 we wove pleasure.
 Feel me: face to face,
 eyes dissolving eyes,
 flesh swallowing flesh,
 love, why love?
 soul? We don't have souls.
 We have bodies, we have ourselves:
 mouths devouring infinity.
 We are one again.
 Again
 Again.
 Again.
 
Karla Bardanza
Written by skycladatmidnight
Published | Edited 29th Jul 2012
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