Mirror, mirror..

in You I see

I in You be

You in I plea, too

Effortless..

It’s your smile, forever in a while

my resistance is futile, you make me feel juvenile

like the cute face you make when you pout.

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It’s your smell, your skin, the air that you’re breathing

the whole feeling that you know my everything

and how you don’t speak yet I hear you clear and loud.

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We resonate on the same unique frequency

it’s the best music when you’re here with me

and the right mood for a talk or a tender make-out.

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Effortlessly beautiful,

it flowed like light to the bowl of my soul

now black pillows cushions our sorrow…

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Whirl..

I’m a provider, girl!

I want her, there’s no other in the world
no other wonder, no other place I could find her,
no matter how many miles I wander, but
I want neither to give birth, nor be guilty of murder

to be with her, lie with her
have a kid with her, let her be a mother
multiply and become a family

our baby and you I daily cater,
have dinner together, satisfy your hunger
make you feel good and even better,
I should.

But lie to her
to let die and become pieces, shatter
and be the winner?

So? …
Should we begin letting go?

Don’t care with tender loving?
Be ever hollow and nothing?

D o n ‘ t   n o   . .

Struggle..

“The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe.

You have to make it fall.”

~Che Guevara