Friday, July 17, 2009

Desire

in a damp lilac dusk
to meet a sailor
that smells of african musk
with a sunburned neck
and the eyes -- very blue
realize for a second
that it is not you!
let out a cold grin
at your image inside my head
'cause tonight i don't give a goddamn
what's good and what's bad
bite his lips into blood
taste the metal of wine on his breath
just for one day --postpone his death
body to body like paper to glue
but the eyes --they have to be very blue.

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