terça-feira, 4 de julho de 2017

Temporary Express

Temporary Express

- My sayings are dirt
so you can weep them off

She didn't say much -
what the fuck -
we touched and pressed our hands
softly, first

The landscape was dark
and immense

and the stars vanished
or they had gone wild
temporarily

that, I know
cos when we got cuddled
a glimmer of light kept playing
on her back

© 2017, José Coelho


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