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By h. Date: 2001 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.03.17.49.2303]] |
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Red moon, Over city lights, 3 oclock, In the morning, As smoke leaves, My lips, Wind touches my rough face, And the waves carress, The sea, Under my feet. Red moon, Crawling behind dark clouds, As my eyes, Seek your face, Under city lights, In a bed, White sheets caress, Your skin, And I breathe, Salty, fresh air Into your delicate mouth, And touch your ocean, Dive into depths, Of your mind, Kiss your neck, Swim down your spine, In waters that My body Is not allowed. Red moon, Touching city lights, As my eyes, Seek your face, In a bed, Where white sheets, Caress your skin, And I cannot be Within. |