The sky calling

The world at our backs.
The foreign birds in hiding.
Feeding on their bitter
tears and lost causes.
And everybody is wondering.
Does this place allow love?
Not a deep dramatic
role to be found.
It is not easy.
But I look on your eyes.
and I can do better.
Whenever we talk, we embrace.
A reunion of souls.
And when we kiss,
a love of nakedness and lust.
Hearts wedded to the
turning sky and borrowed
seed that leaps inside.
Let us live in our
collective memory.


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