Friday, April 23, 2010

My Zippo Dries Out Really Quickly

little more than a kiss whale

Trisha Lambi, "entrapped"


order not to raise that fire without fire,

Innocent of lights, take refuge in your dawn,

Drawing on your belly on the occasion of a kiss

Tiny your hours distant longing ...

I come to live in you, minstrel of nostalgia,

Prisoner of a tear that had pupil

Petalo rustic wind to save the salt of tears,

When life song plays to be lost.


Sometimes I dream of an awakening in this light that I long,

And I run like a madman in pursuit of your smile.

caramel iris breaking, dawn to dusk, the cross of

A verse, forest loss that carves,

Its icy branches, an ancient way ...

grows Where the lyre.


With brio inexhaustible nest in my eagerness,

nourish in my brutal, thirsting for your flowers, curlew

Laughing in your voice, an ocean sleeping slipper

A hurt look in the twilight of these lips, which

Overflow in you the last green of spring unknown.


Come solve your fresh sap in this embrace,

more manly and proper that horizon. Leave be

Anchored in me, spending the night in my silence;

Marea at the meeting of your lips on mine,

When life is little more than a kiss.



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