WSTĘPNIAK
Dodano: 28 STYCZNIA 2010
E.S.
E.S.
Her scent was enough.
The scent of a season
that had yet to be invented
on a continent still to be discovered,
but that I could smell miles from the coast.
With her perfect neck turned towards me,
she was dreaming up a landscape.
I imagined how I'd place my lips there,
staking my claim.
My claim to liberation.
Just sitting here in the warmth from her body,
briefly, everything was perfect.
