Things I will Preserve

There are things that I want to protect. Like the oxydised carbon,
like your mouth and my ferocious voice.
My earth shaped body: heaven resist into my temple mind,
like your inundate doses of love prayers to me.
Your sun kissed pavements, mosaic dreams.
Your vintage lullaby’s while I am a mess.
The sunsets that we adored while we clicked our moist tongues
There are things I want to count time and again.
The hush oceanic fingerprints you carved onto my bosom
The silence that we sank into,the eruptions of sordid lust and galaxies revolving
If I had a red box, I will preserve your words, pictures, stained teacups,
the old mahogany chair on which we did crosswords together
That old whiskey smelling blankets I hid
after you were gone,
I want to count it again and again.
Your white shirts piling on my naval,
like a tropical meadow of white roses
The cold layers of evening when I drank and danced
You kissed me like a new born baby’s skin,
My abhorrence divided right here,
Till my skin melted,aroused and melted again in yours,
I will count that further and further.

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