My Next of SkinA Poem by EmilieThis text is inspired by the beautiful film "For Lovers Only" ( and was set to music by a friend a mine. I can't share the audio file, though. Sorry!
May the road drive us to a shelter of silk,
some place where we won’t feel the urge to quit with every kiss; where the taste of our lips will never melt with guilt; a bridge of bliss, maybe, but something real. There’s no point resisting a sin that’s never been anything else but this: love and love only. I mean, you’re my next of skin. I so much need your pulse beating under my palm, like seconds of our own, that time won’t steal from us before we lose it all. We live under the gun of ending up alone, afraid to stop the curse that eats us to the bones. There’s no point resisting a path that’s never been anything else but this: love and love only. I mean, you’re my next of skin. Please take off your glasses, for the world we live in is more than black and white. We’ll keep catching the light, I’d rather be drowning than leave us in the dark. Now lean against my back, the clouds are passing by; we’ll be alright. There’s no point resisting a call that’s never been anything else but this: love and love only. I mean, you’re my next of skin. Whatever the ending the dream has never been anything else but this: love and love only. And a chocolate kiss. © 2012 Emilie |
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