domingo, 6 de maio de 2012

Have you in by spring.

Have you ready by...
The time the bulbs are well done.
Have you on call at the exact time the intimacy in me springs.
I´ve known not much beyond your allure.
Is that crime to admire your skin?
Have I not walked that mile.
I know i´ve admired that smile, not quite happy must taste it.
Winter´s going to kick my ass, but i´ll be damned...
If I don´t turn out to be the one crammed...
Into your dreams.
Beyond the seasons is my reach.
Beyond these tedious classes we teach.

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