12 de julho de 2016

taken by surprise, love
crossed my skin,
tore my flesh, devoured
my bones, became my
spirit and changed the clothes of
my weary soul
thus: to kiss my forehead
washing my eyes, for
weaning with the affections
and be tailored by
old hardnesses. thus:
to wake me in the embrace
and thrill me to know myself
safe and touchable - yet
I hear your plans to invite me
for the future and all I can do
it is to be careful not to compromise
the memory: I know you
since when my poem
just imagined you

Cáh Morandi

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