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Midnight utopia

Posted to Poetry




Feeling

she is moving
going down

"I'll be there for you,
when gazing through
this pessimistic curtain"

on every street,
corners lost,
straight ahead,
no turning point

"Let's see her moving,
slipping through
the shields of love,
licking chests drenched
in scentuous sweat"

With frightening speed,
moon to sun,
white to black,
the essential movements
intriguingly slow

"And losing my mind,
before falling in the abyss
of satin sheets
and naked bodies, I
want to get infected
like you..."

The earthquake feels
like a pulse, a heartbeat
on the verge of acknowledging
an orgasm...

"She went down"

...and back again...