Dec.30, 1995

by Guglielmo Bottin, Virgo - Not entered

DTN

December Thirtieth Nineteenninetyfive

				


Wish it were your name that I'm calling.

	The pulsing feel.
	The rythm of your steps
	through the door to my place,
	to my own room.


Wish it were you the Fifth Element.

	You, the Sixth Sense
	you, the Seventh Stranger
	you, the Eight Wonder.
	You, my last cigarette.


Wish it were you I am making love to.

	Wish it were your forehead,
	your lips and their sap
	your chin and your neck.
	Wish it were your shoulders, your hands.


Wish it were you the very host of my rage.

	Wish it were you and I dropping
	by someone else's misfortune
	Wish it were you
	but it ain't.







(c) 1995 Guglielmo Bottin

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Date created: 1996-04-13 01:30:02
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:45
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