Poetic Origami
The
written you
give the written me
your written
lips
And together we lie
down on the paper sheet
I
whisper
your written name
And moan
exclamation
marks
into your glossy skin
And
we ride
the swelling paper sin
until we crumple
and tear
the love that has never even been
written |
come to tuscany
do
you want to come to tuscany
with me
to a pink
white villa
on a hill
by the sea
do you
want naked swims
oysters and red wine
do you
want to fry garlic
waste time
win word games
play good music
dance with the moon
sin then
cry then sin
do you want to come to tuscany
this june
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