for the love of my lifeA Poem by SafrinaThis morning I am a snip of cocaine, this morning I clothed our hearts to one and placed us on the washing line.
You knew me, as a crouching tiger. This morning a dry seed licked my arm, told me it is winter & in the morning, we talk of systems and flowers and frollickings under the blanket. I have been dating the coffee machine for weeks and now it's morning, I am free. Your hair is foreign and my head is full of tourists, falling off cliffs. Kant told me we can never represent to ourselves the absence of space, yet i pin my arms back and eat the ovaries on our sofa. Yet it is good, morning says. Yet it is good, in this moment, to spritz my words like birds in your mouth. It is good to hold a bottled fly and caress it in your palm. It is good, the morning says and it is known you are next to me, in veins and marriages and aviaries of sunshine. © 2010 SafrinaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 18, 2010 Last Updated on August 18, 2010 AuthorSafrinaBirmingham, United KingdomAboutkisses on the neck and writing rules my life and determinsim is a b***h but me and her made a deal so it's all good now. in fact, shes doing a lot of great things for me. Take down the lo.. more..Writing
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