Perfume me

Sleeping in a field of roses,

She spent her days blooming beauty,

The flowers hatch and she sings,

watered,

dancing,

lived …

I asked her looking cracked

She smiled and taught me,

I knew love and she gave me,

Her eyes as an offering, her heart as a gift,

Her body vise of pleasure,

I discovered …

Her eyes lit up my repeated spleens,

I told Her :

Look at me and love me forever,

Look at me and let me wander, looking cracked,

Do you see those stars stolen from you,

e anyour eyes trap me;flourishes

And,

Perfume me …

 

(c) taphapoetry.

 

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Artiste sculptrice : Luo Li Rong

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