A tiny moment in timewhere I was pulled away
and he took me into his arms.
A misterious prohibited sensation
with deep intensity
and uncontrolable silence.
Both wanted more than that
and desired less space in between
but no one expressed it.
The secret was in the air
the office was its witness,
and the bodies were the victims.
Pure curiosity conspired
to be left all alone
wondering, breathing, exploring...
And the tie was pink…
Enero 2009
1 comments:
I enjoyed your poem. And, who knows, a pink tie could be better than red and white. At least, it´s more interesting.
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