ONE ANOTHER

AILTON POETAONE ANOTHER

'I figured you lying,
Flowing CHAMPAGNE ON YOUR SKIN
KISSES TO EACH SPAN scattered
SUCKING EVERY DROP
YOUR VOICE CALLING, BEYOND BORDERS
KILL A PLACE WITHOUT BARRIERS
NO PLACE WITHOUT DRAMA
THE COUCH
IN BED
BETWEEN ARMS LEGS
HIPS
glued
CALLING TO BURN
IF YOU LOSE IN A PLEASURE, TO burning
TASTE OF HONEY WHOLE
DECLARE I AM YOUR
MISS ME IN HEAVEN
mingling
AND IF FOUND
NO PLEASURE
we kept
EACH OTHER]




Ailton POET