lamentina

Love is so hairy

This tongue has been through ages

Of concrete solid

Plastered feelings

Once putty, now skyscrapers

It doesnt matter anymore

I like red seams,

Running my fingers through

Your scared confidence

You dont need it

As long as your pockets are full

Of sand, before you dream

Hands high, shouting

Here s you, your flesh so wet

Here you, your shy sense of belonging

I dont weep for my forgotten dreams

On this pages in peace they rest

Like morning dew