You taste like summer and fall at once

Like ripe figs and quinces, too

Potent and sugary,

But your skin is bitter-sweet.


I could lie in your arms for a short eternity,

Run your fingers through my hair

They feel like a gentle snow storm

The kind that hides any traces

So you can´t find your way back.


January 2016





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