10 Am On a Saturday In England
Like A Bird On A Wire
drowned in the noise
of the nearby hotel
filled with all those magnificent bastards
Coffee and cigarette
I long to hold you yet
again and again
until dawn spreads its lazy wings
and I don't want to work
to make the rich man richer
just my arms removing your clothes
ready to paint the hours
with moans and repetition
I no longer need rhymes
to express what's deep within
a few minutes alone with you
turns my shade of perpetual blue
into a rude man breaking the rules
into a clown walking comfortably
in his shoes
You Know Me Well
you seem to dwell
on the pores of my skin
come in, hop into my mind
let's get lost again and again
in the ancient sin
Copyright © Lehel Lorant Kiss | Year Posted 2016
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