Elle-Eve

Sad, sad, little friend We can’t have it better. I wish the last sun rays Didn’t clean the dreamy mist From your eyes Every sunset… Every day… Give me your voice And I’ll mould it into ribbons To tie myself to you. You can’t anymore, cease trying in my dreams. Pour sky in our goblet And it’ll rip us apart. You already did. No, never, never little friend. If only the skin I love caressing didn’t cover Your wide-opened eyes Every split-second… Every night… Give me sharpness To wrap my forearms In delicate liquid. I will, you know that, don’t warn me. Let light fondl

1. full moon rising the announcement of her time 2. receptive scents awaken his body to hers 3. black birds forage two lovers nibble 4. clandestined the steam of their mutual breath 5. they love in desperation for the winter of their separation 6. mesmerized by the contrast on his fingers the essence of her 7. from behind he holds her teacup body in symmetry to his own 8. speechless their moves are graceful without thinking 9. the flesh of a female and the sweet promise orchids in the garden 10. dark moon setting where she rests her head to rise again