sábado, 6 de julho de 2013

Convoy of Desires

Convoy of Desires

Want to fade away in the shadow of darkness
taking the convoy of desires
fuse in wet and soft heart
a thousand and one nights of kisses

debris in the wind from northern
blackout in my beard chocolate
their fields by cutting a new line of high wind
the light of my universe reflected in your enamel

reality better than fantasy
his handsome face a sweet threat
crossed the threshold of his courtesy
with bleary eyes getting lost in the smoke

pedaling back describing the Moon
scissor legs in tin soldier flaming
face life wandering the street
My love equinox in her elegant gown.

Arthur Nett

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