Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Anamnesis

Source : Berlin ArtParasites

There is nothing
I would forget.
Your bright eyes that squinch,
in an air conditioned room,
the way you wear your blue shirt.
how gaze turns into blood rush,
how words fall out beneath you
but there are heart rapids of yours
I have not touched
and longing for.


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