Insofar
The sea moves away from me
Shan't a woman be named tonight?
For the roses to be reborn
The little child must cry out some blood.
Rushes the soft finger of the sky
Upon my wary lips
Beneath the river there's some truth also
Shan't the God be renamed again?
The unfinished meaning
Au naturel my little skin
All through my body I'll speak
Of some old poisonous winter.
Between your eyes a kind of snow
Melts again and again
Dicey mouth besides me kisses
Only empty spaces
Our fingers are close enough
To touch each others for ever.
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