quinta-feira, 6 de outubro de 2022

Love Poem for No-one in Particular

Let me touch you with my words
For my hands lie limp as empty gloves
Let my words stroke your hair
Slide down your back
And tickle your belly
For my hands, light and free flying as bricks
Ignore my wishes and stubbornly
Refuse to carry out my quietest desires


Let my words enter your mind
bearing torches
Admit them willingly into your being so they may caress you gently
within.


Mark O'Brien

José James - Better Off Dead ( Bill Withers)

 

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