Tonight, I'm talking to the moon:
'You haven't wept enough?
I'm thirsting for your tears.'
Stars, I cannot bear
seeing you shiver in the distance.
How many are the dawns
where I plucked
gossamer dew on grass-tips!
The cactuses,
they've grown tall this summer.
Prisons and palaces I have seen -
Plenitude, loneliness,
riding in my *****
as you hold me in your arms,
onward, past joys and despair
Señora, there is yet
a thawing desire for the spring.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Tonight, I'm talking to the moon:
'You haven't wept enough?
I'm thirsting for your tears.'
Stars, I cannot bear
seeing you shiver in the distance.
How many are the dawns
where I plucked
gossamer dew on grass-tips!
The cactuses,
they've grown tall this summer.
Prisons and palaces I have seen -
Plenitude, loneliness,
riding in my *****
as you hold me in your arms,
onward, past joys and despair
Señora, there is yet
a thawing desire for the spring.
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