Killing
Me
The
fragrancy of your body is
all
around me, even when
we're
feathers scattered among polar fields
Never
mind if I'm too much of something
for
in you, your modernity kills any
living
being
If
I'm lucky to survive
and
tell you
I'd
love to rest my head on
your
skin
©
2017, José Coelho
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