Sunday, May 1, 2011

a lion, s he and art II

miss (ing)  w o r d s ..
so you have told me
about muslim cups of tea

first light, second sweet, third bitter
but your lips were sweeter
than tricky bee

like life, like woman, like love
I could jump over sky above
me

I will keep your words in dark
like the lion keeps art
and he pretends he can live without heart

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