there is this ambiguity sometimes
when i think i love you and i want to make love with you
i compress distance in a dream
my mouth is being conquered by your tongue
i am helpless and i surrender to that beautiful gesture of defeat
i am ready
i pack my bags, buy a ticket, and a map where to find you
on that long journey i dream of the moon
i dream of stars caressing my hair
i glimmer like a distant sparkle of a fish on the sea by the side of the boat of the
fisherman who just make love with his woman by the shore
when i arrive there i see you waiting and longing for me wanting to hold me like
an old jacket during that stormy night
but it is a sad thing
i've seen what you bare
all of it like a nude painting of a woman who had been sitting for hours before
her patron and benefactor and lover and all rolled into one
i did not put my clothes on your bed
and without a word i left you.
if you only know, i also shed tears for this
sweet stupidity.
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