Friday, March 15, 2013

Pattern of sex

We shall always be thirsty
we shall always be worried
and alerted when there's no sign of you in the subliminal metro•
and amazed with the blue.
We shall always want intense sex
in dreams you recall what culture vanishes with a lyrical song
and food and drink we shall want
and a room to cry and share happiness with time ticking-a-tick
and the love we shall always seek for, the kind of the one our family wasn't able to give us away.
She says, come and love
love and come.