domingo, 24 de março de 2013

Tatoo



Tatoo


Do not keep me in your heart

tatue me in your bones
Basting our love without sufficient
our union leaves wrecks

as grand piano touch your waistline
use their hair as a rudder
topped their ears that remains pure
I walk away for a few seconds to see how fear

the mausoleum of our passion
overflows the river time
me never know aloneness
subtly never let me leave

the tattoo on your foot is my name
my kiss makes your blood boil
lipstick on my chest writes his surname
My picks makes your body burn.

Arthur Nett
12/02/2011

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