like a flight of birds.

From under

your chin, along

your pearling

neck,
darkness grazes upon

the riverbed of my bare

spine
where,

among the wrecks,

all the shivers

outbloom and flow.
In the cosmos

of my spine

darkness waters

your seeds
and they grow,

out of the darkness.
And all the shivers,

they draw

my head back

by the hair
as a light ivory

brook
spills

over our skins

freeing your breasts
like a flight

of birds,
sudden and lush,

and they fill
the air

with whispers

on the face,
out of the darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo : Unknown

 

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