warn your warmth to turn away
here it’s december every day
press your lips to the sculptures
and surely you’ll stay
for of sugar and ice i am made
(afi, “love like winter”)
ne maži više svoj med na moj kruh
mrvim se
ne klizi u mlijeko da te pijem
lijepim se
pa ipak
otvorih staklenku
poželjeh je
razbiti
punu tebe mirisnu
zagristi
hazardnu stvrdnutu
zagrliti
hladnu prozirnu
pa ipak
...
it seems you’re somewhere, far away
Post je objavljen 01.03.2008. u 18:35 sati.