Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Haiku of a love story.

I meet you at night,
your heart takes over the place,
you start existing.

I open a door,
softly, gently, you come in:
Slowly, I'm falling.



Shy at first touch,
you taste the coffee of my lips,
I taste your rum.

Back to the moonlight,
I now dream, no sense of sleep:
Sweet, sweat, hard, you dreams.



On the rails we kiss,
I hug you over two wheels,
you kiss me naked.

I fear my wounds; 
you heal every doubt away:
my heart takes over.





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