...this is the time of poetry
teeny-weeny late hours of the night
when the worlds are shifting
from the light to the shadow of man
and plunging deeply into the ocean of emptiness
woman 's world of empty tenderness
no lucid dreaming tonight, my love
tonight we are wide awake
tonight we are removing the veil between the worlds
of man and woman
between the pillows and sheets
between the left hand and the right
and we are not looking behind
we are not giving time the chance
this night is the moment of becoming
one with oneself, one of you and I
and we're not giving away our precious present
for some dreams of yesternight
animals are wide awake
and there's none to keep them caged
let them move their muscles slowly, gracefully
their breath is flowing out of our mouths
tiger's teeth are glistening under your lip
my whiskers are tickling your snuff
the spines are cracking like firewood
Post je objavljen 01.12.2004. u 13:10 sati.