Your ink on my shores brings to me the residues, the happenings, the unawaitedYour dreams entered mine unconsciously - leaving little trace within our Mayas but visiting the realities of the interior of the earth to uncover...
awakenings, salted sweetened minglings...
A part of Malta kissing meunknowinglywarm mouthfullysoul leaking out of
you....i smell your poems
And I feel yours...
Are they the odeur of lovemaking to freedom???
Or an orgasmic cry to Life and its Beauty that is experienced with every breath&touch&thought&cell within the body
2 comments:
Thankyou Nuit!! All seems to be so beautiful arround you,the nectar of the gods pour so softly from your skies....and like a bee i go after it!!!
Tellement de sensualité dans la brise Maltese!!Meme St Paul ne pas pu l'arrêter (so much of sensuality in the Maltese breeze that even St Paul can stop it!)
A surprise for you as well if you can go on to the blog" orgasmik"
Started it just yesterday!!
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