mardi, novembre 29, 2011

Tea time

All will end you say for we are doomed
Silently and irrevocably our hands will part
Hoping that I would let you swim in the mud
Vague desires invading your disquieted soul
And I serene strong earthy will know
That your soft hand needs mine
How else would I get my tea?

1 commentaire:

Anonyme a dit…

Caressing fingertips
Rosy hips
Parted lips
She sips
Traces an ellipse
around the rim