LIBIDO
FAITHE HALTTE
My land to him is not concealed
Yet to him it is obscure
Discreetly unfamiliarized
Yet his love he appealed
I assured him, the touch is real
Our bodies to each other remain outlandish
I assured him, the fire is real
We now watch the ashes vanish
I assured him the ardor is real
Let us not lose our libido
We lost it to the same demon
He closed his eyes and I vanished like a seaman
An explorer of worlds,
An explorer of swirls,
A black hole for love, if I dive therein
Will I soak It all in?
About the Creator
ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZ
Poetry that tingles your fingertips and sizzle's your veins through heavenly pain.
SHE/THEY - CUBAN - 24
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