Category : Poems

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It's her, my whole world, 
With me halfway through,
 And a bottle of wine between our thoughts,
 Emptying the glass cups inside our bones,
 Getting drunk, shining like storms.

It is our lips that speak
 Without understanding.
  It's her hair hidden
 At the end of my fingers.

 I find her arms around my neck, 
She looks at me while my gaze 
Becomes field full of flowers and birds.