it is perhaps something in
your skin,
(your skin the inside flesh
of almonds) or in the subtle of
your lips which
pull-and-press-and-speak—
no,
whisper—words my inside beating heart
alone can hear
,that make me think of this:
Spring is in you (and too
has found a home in me); yet a thing is
missing—
the urge to kiss was meant for kissing
The more the words, the less the meaning, and how does that profit anyone?
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
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