Why always staring into the light?
If I don't hide inside the darkness
You'll be compromised,
But sometimes
You will fly with me again
without falling, without falling
(lang geleden dat ik hier nog kwam posten eigenlijk, nu ik het me zo bedenk)
Ik ben een van die robuuste lezers die lezen zoals ze snurken, eten en winden laten – een gildenbroeder van het eerlijke ezelsoor en niet van het pretentieuze leeslint. Patrick Demompere
Desire. Poetry. -
Verlangen is het beest in mijn wijn.
Why always staring into the light?
If I don't hide inside the darkness
You'll be compromised,
But sometimes
You will fly with me again
without falling, without falling
Why always staring into the light?
If I don't hide inside the darkness
You'll be compromised,
But sometimes
You will fly with me again
without falling, without falling
I mind you how we lay in June, such a transparent summer morning,
You settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my barestript heart,
And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
I mind you how we lay in June, such a transparent summer morning,
You settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my barestript heart,
And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.