how can i
how can you not know
not know
how days you are here
your hands caressing my body
how i forget even my name
floating on the little clouds
in your eyes
on a someday cloud
and this is not a poem
of regrets
as i regret neither you
nor my love for you
i know i am somewhere under your skin
under your nipples
brown from sucking
and it is beautiful it is
that is all there is to it
there was in solferino
a heart of gold glass
i bought
take it from my hand
shall i tell you
i have a scar that matches yours
under my skin
it is where my heart beats
for you
michele voltaire marcelin