Come at night – poem

Come at night to wander

among tepid dreams,

which rebuild civilizations

out of your hips,

and give solace

from the daily carnage

of our dusty cells.

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Come at eve to wonder

what would become of us

if we don’t comingle

into a single will

to musketeer our way

through wage and routine

towards deep blue islands.

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Come and meet me

at the wake of my sheets,

downy compost to our love,

fertile as a mango tree

in the sultriness of our passion

and stout as the oak wood

from which we’ll build our home.

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soyjuanma86

I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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