Dark Room
let the breakfast grow
cold.
let the day pass,
let us lay on bed.
no time here,
just energies
on an
island.
---
intimate still energies
with no words.
shun all words on
this island...
let the eyes fight reality,
on this island.
---
shut the curtains.
lay and touch,
feel,
run your hands,
lips smack
and lick.
skin lay,
knee's bend,
hips tighten,
toes curl,
sheets unfold
but no words.
no words on our
island
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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