Remember me
at the hiding place of your heart
when blood
of hundreds of bones
open your
skin to the past
when you crawl
from other lips
or
thousands o who knows millions
and your hands
in secret search for mine
and you
burp all your sacred words
wet in
guilt and in alcohol wrapped.
Remember me
at the cold dark night
when you
desire other bodies
and other
breasts feed your everyday life.
remember me
at a closed sky
when the
river goes up the hill
and the rumour
of the wind
brings you
as a wounded present
the suffering
illusion of a dream.
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