Night Elegy

By Wild Dove

Sky,
when was a sense of despair without cutting into time?

When you find the wind to speak on the shutters down,
I was waiting for a touch of your present

Mock me to the dusk numbers
I feel your present

Shadow,
make love in the array of my ego
Don’t strip me in the open dark taste

I gave up on the wides chest
Let me love you through the steps doings,
because it can only give ran with seeds embedded reins

I love you,
lustful
thousands of taste,
millions rhythm

Struggle in my taste

September 24, 2011

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Wild Dove. Female poet, lived in Jakarta.