Ache
Fanning out
I blossomed
aching for you
I wanted to be your body mist
seasonless
I want to forgot your touch
I want to forget your lips
descending upon me
I long for kisses
down my spine
I long for a sweet voice
I long for white angel statutes
to dance with me in the dark
while all my wild hairs
tango
I am bound to you by memories
bees to honey flowers
vague sugared pain
I cannot let you hold me
never again
I would be dying alive
as I reached for phantom window reflections
Desire angels play with me
shooting me with stars
I become a falling object,
to fan out
sweet
Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004
Fanning out
I blossomed
aching for you
I wanted to be your body mist
seasonless
I want to forgot your touch
I want to forget your lips
descending upon me
I long for kisses
down my spine
I long for a sweet voice
I long for white angel statutes
to dance with me in the dark
while all my wild hairs
tango
I am bound to you by memories
bees to honey flowers
vague sugared pain
I cannot let you hold me
never again
I would be dying alive
as I reached for phantom window reflections
Desire angels play with me
shooting me with stars
I become a falling object,
to fan out
sweet
Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004
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