You shy away from everything
Gentle touches and passionate kisses
Garland of arms
And nooses of suicide
Loving yourself
And hating society
Next time you come
I will recite Neruda
Like the voice from holy minarets
I will sprinkle Bukowski
Like holy water
I will read Sade
Like holy books
I will marry
Sane and insane
Sacred and profane
Fuck and love
Next time you come
I will touch you
Like autum
And disrobe you
Of leaves Of shame
And when you will tremble
Under my wintry breaths
I will embrace you
Like spring
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