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New Nature by Christian Schloe |
Where are you? I wondered anxiously still
I gave my hands to an empty chest drill
I found an eternal world filled with lighted waters,
wanting to hear your voice, like if he matters.
Among my skin and inner peace, I call your name
I'm begging the deformed shapes to draw your silhouette,
intensely shaking my brain to swap this carnival
at the end, you show up smiling like a curious animal
I have my hungry breasts waiting for your touch,
my hands are like anxious creatures into a pouch
is your soft warm torso like Holocaustic and sweetened
fragrances, plying my devious instincts frightened
and there you are, holding me in the distance within your silence
is what I think, embrace my chest, awake my seas with violence,
touch my comfort and wake me from this storm I feel
that is your absence; my love, tell me you still breathe
And if you are there, blow to the wind just to bring me your sight
under the warm light of this eternal nostalgic night
I surrender to your cruelty where you leave me intact
and loved, this feeling does not go, is a sordid impact.
I gave my hands to an empty chest drill
I found an eternal world filled with lighted waters,
wanting to hear your voice, like if he matters.
Among my skin and inner peace, I call your name
I'm begging the deformed shapes to draw your silhouette,
intensely shaking my brain to swap this carnival
at the end, you show up smiling like a curious animal
I have my hungry breasts waiting for your touch,
my hands are like anxious creatures into a pouch
is your soft warm torso like Holocaustic and sweetened
fragrances, plying my devious instincts frightened
and there you are, holding me in the distance within your silence
is what I think, embrace my chest, awake my seas with violence,
touch my comfort and wake me from this storm I feel
that is your absence; my love, tell me you still breathe
And if you are there, blow to the wind just to bring me your sight
under the warm light of this eternal nostalgic night
I surrender to your cruelty where you leave me intact
and loved, this feeling does not go, is a sordid impact.
Where are you? I asked, and there you are if I see
swimming between the roots of a sandalwood tree
solitaire and sublime, licking your wounds, sewing your scars
and myself, distant, lighting a fire to pray to the stars
For your wellbeing.
swimming between the roots of a sandalwood tree
solitaire and sublime, licking your wounds, sewing your scars
and myself, distant, lighting a fire to pray to the stars
For your wellbeing.
Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright
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