Arms of the man, the home, the blinding light
your skin made of the moss and honey
Your lips plushy, cosy and sweet,
wrote the story of never endless tenderness
Body of woman you own, her colours of the rose.
Every time she looks at you, reddens..
The thief that stole the heart, swallowed it
she was alone like a wandering star.
Embraced by cosiness of your affection,
a hopeless breath,breath that holds the wisdom
the body of a man, showed me how love may taste like,
A feeling forgotten in one of the lives, long time ago.
Eyes are full of absence, sad voice of a woman
eternally connected to the the fire,
tired of the hurt and the hope
-two liquid addictions.
Time ache, every hour that passes
without you.
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