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by Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink. Posted in Text, Uncategorized

Sleepless, indeed, we shared a bed.

Kisses like wordless gasps

hovering through the air

like white pigeons dying away

by the darkness fast

shimmering

in your cunning glare.

Skin like a sea of bubbles,

we floated in.

My hands tightened

with the grip of your hair.

A paradise within reach,

contagious in every motion,

sloshed over me,

like the most tumultuous waters.

Words,

like never-ending streams of red wine,

floated out of our veins,

through the room’s humidity

and into our mouths,

rambling like Bukowski babbling about

old pussy covered

with a bush of whitest hair.

Your breath,

colorful like a painter’s despair

in trying to capture beauty

- almost rare -

with a smile,

blinding like the son of light.

Recurring every few seconds

brighter than dusk seeming

halfway through a stairflight.