I loved the feel of your name on my tongue:
C-A-R-L-A.
Rolling out of my chest, my lungs
Long for it.
C-A-R-L-A.
Falling out of my teeth, leaving my mouth,
My warm breath carries it
away from the bleeding heart.
C-A-R-L-A.
My fingers type your name ashamed.
They will never feel it my skin again.
The wind floats it from my sight,
As you take her hand.
C-A-R-L-A.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
I loved the feel of your name on my tongue:
C-A-R-L-A.
Rolling out of my chest, my lungs
Long for it.
C-A-R-L-A.
Falling out of my teeth, leaving my mouth,
My warm breath carries it
away from the bleeding heart.
C-A-R-L-A.
My fingers type your name ashamed.
They will never feel it my skin again.
The wind floats it from my sight,
As you take her hand.
C-A-R-L-A.
La multi ani, pisico.
