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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.
