Dear girl, you really don't know
How much you belong to me,
How many breaths I took from you
The night when I kissed you.
Your body twisted me in embers
Refreshing my bitter revolt,
I bent down to kiss you
And I'd borrow your kiss, dear girl.
Dear honey, you don't know
That the late desires
I'm like a burning fire
Over dry stumps?
Sift me, kneads me,
Turn me like a round wheel,
Shake your palms after you touch me
And when you build my silences.
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Author:
cosmacpan (
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Comments1
'How much you *belong to me'..
this concept is a little archaic and unhealthy, generally..
but I appreciated the passionate imagery of your poetic voice,
thanks for sharing
Yes. You are right. but this "song" is part of a cycle dedicated to folk songs as I see them. Thank you for your comments and for the patience with which you follow me.
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