18 November 2011

Making Out with The Wind

singin in the rain falling pieces
wind tease
he touches the skin so it appeared all over his desire to taste

aren't you planting the roots of jealousy?
entrenched as a parasite
grow toward the sky filled with longing revenge

wind makes me shiver
fracturing flowers dance in the park
and remove the hatred restless under the drops of blood

would you still survive?
behold, I will be making out with the wind
flooding along the hallucinatory dreams about the season
burn yourself in the turbulence of conscience

admit when you're reaping the jealous
then return to me
because the wind was unable to quench thirst in the desert of love

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