This is the proof: One photo
one alone and not very clear
who is this, holding my hands
while bending me backwards
in passion and desire?
He kisses me, but who is he?
All I see is me, in his arms
as I arch my back to meet his body
In this outward curve of mine
a melting point, no less, lies the proof
At one point passion met passion
I can't deny it although I try
Maybe I should rip that photo
to pieces, but would it suffice?
After all, by now it's embedded in my head
I feel it womewhere between my eyes
My third eye saw it and it never lies
a witness for evermore
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-08 02:24:49
Last Login: 05.24.12
Visits as of 12-12-07: 86
Comments:
|
|||
|
|||
