Wednesday, January 9, 2013

MEANING

Wish I could, each night sleep with you,
What the garments mean, when we are naked?
Kissing like birds and fishes each other’s skin
What’d pores on skin mean when each is love soaked?
The tiny pleasures we have in physical romance
What’d the dances of fingers mean on the waist that’s sacked?
How much ever I tell, these hypocrites would give a damn
What’d my words mean when in each thought they have a censor,
The dances, the garments, the pores alike
What examples I took? A good question you asked
The mellowed breeze touches me
The yellow room lamp tells me this
The lakes and the meadows sing with me in unison
What’d their songs meant when ears hear just of passion?

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