I need you


months go by

and I cannot stand

not being in closer touch


only in your arms

to do feel alive

only in your arms


can I tell God to go screw

all the amends that came to nothing

all the wishes that splattered like mist


and all of it gone

in the sweet joyous kiss

that is ours alone and that I probably need


more than you do





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