PrayPRAY My wordsPray
are hanging
on this white page.
Pending like shreads
of loneliness,
waiting for
the redemption
of your touch. One word from you
would be enough
to cure me.
One caress
would exorcise
my flesh,
my sinful flesh,
my hungry-for-sin
flesh. Just a rubbing
and I will be safe.
I beg for your hands
tonight.
Bless me with your lips. Amen. 22-09-02
Words in my handsWORDS ON MY HANDS The time runsWords in my hands
over our mined minds.
It's an impossible
dream
to cross that land. I leave behind
the echo of your hands,
reverberating in this empty
cathedral
of my soul. The notes descend as a waterfall,
turning liquid this
symphony of pain. The paths on my own hands
are words of solitude
written by deserts
and suns,
and rivers
of tears. 23-6-02
...
Looking OutsideLOOKING OUTSIDE She dreams of someoneLooking Outside
beyond this time,
she daydreams while the sun commits suicide. The day is murdered
by the stars,
the moon is covered
with the blood of
dying clouds. The sky has become
red, and blue and cyan,
the rushing city cries,
the nightmares are alive. Welcome to the dark hours
when the innocence dies. 06-07-02 ...
me
--
I'm your superhero,
we are standing on the edge.
~Lau-LaUruguaya
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