sábado, 24 de maio de 2008

Cobaltic Love






A dull whistle echoed on the liquid surface
The lovers chat vibrant chuckle waltzed
under the firmament
The anticipant dawn clenched the null pledge
of emotions sketched in the air

«Après tout,
je ne crois pas que je t'aime vraiment...»

With stifled secrets of cobaltic love
this languid disclosure veiled
an indulging interlude of ardent azure rendezvous


The fervency utopia betrayed the inability
of realness somaesthesia


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