Sunday, 24 April 2016

lilac, gooseberries

And I was kneeling
and I was looking at those pieces on the floor
and they were my hands, my legs, my hair
and my eyes

I died
and dying last for a long time
but I was born again
and I wasn’t born for you

I leave the smell of lilac
and gooseberries on you
I cover your body with my raven locks
entwisted, stormy

and your hair upon the pillow
like a sleepy, golden ocean

Let me in. Let me be a cat which changes shape to fit everywhere.

If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot

I wanna be yours.

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