onsdag 10. februar 2010

Acqua

I swim to/in you
so you can remove the dirt
from my face and collarbone and bellybutton
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behind my ears there are still traces of regret
DROWN THEM
I will hold my breath
-
leave me before I develop gills
I am no deepwater fish
but simply a bluewhale
-
stuck in the shower curtain
of your voice

2 kommentarer:

Caroline sa...

Åå, det var et fint dikt! Likte det veldig!

emma. sa...

suss paa deg