EVERY GIRL TAKEN BY YOU
1
Pain, palliative-resistant.
I want to write a poem
in all its imperfections, Inamorato...
You slide your tongue
over the navel of your girl
with the violet scent…
I hold my suffering
like a cup of rain
or a jar of fireflies, aflame
2
New moon--
I search for my turquoise
in the violet of the sky
I am jealous
of the harmonica
touching your lips
and envy every girl
taken by you
© Jagari
Pain, palliative-resistant.
I want to write a poem
in all its imperfections, Inamorato...
You slide your tongue
over the navel of your girl
with the violet scent…
I hold my suffering
like a cup of rain
or a jar of fireflies, aflame
2
New moon--
I search for my turquoise
in the violet of the sky
I am jealous
of the harmonica
touching your lips
and envy every girl
taken by you
© Jagari