I live the poetry that I didn’t know to write
Letting it consume me.
My body knows unheard songs
Just like my heart knows things that I can’t talk about.
Absolute silence.
I’ll let your hand cover my mouth
Your fingers must have magic in them.
What does magic taste like?
Madness.
15 June.
Temporary madness turned into something more serious.
For sure.
Where your hands belong…
Temple of love.
I will tremble,
If you come closer, you could feel
The earthquakes of me.
“It’s been a while since you heard from me, I stay alone, protect my energies/Found a little love, lost my sanity/Here’s to good people, good nights/Some tears, some stress/But I count my blessings/Here’s to good music, great sex/Little time to feel alive…”