Wednesday, July 6, 2011

love in the summertime

el verano is the time
when we're
hanging out the door

heat hardly quits
yet we
only ask for more

rolling on the floor
where thieves have spat before
tossed crooked coins galore
(the truth, it makes the swelter
better than before)

el cuerpo, mas calor
demasiado, calor
it's always way too much

yet still we seek



Pauline said...

Have you made the poem yourself?

FX said...
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