Zywa Your desire in my blood

I was in love, I ate you
and drank you in, wanted more
and more of you, your sweet
poison for my never
satisfied needs

The world revolved its days
around us and blew its winds
which didn't seem to affect me
but now, in November
everything has become thinner anyway:

the kisses you give me
     the tenderness that feeds my longing
          your desire in my blood
               my skin under your absence
                    and the pink cloud in which I live


Something is wrong
something is missing
it had to grow big
before I could see it
and taste the bitterness

Poem 1952
Amsterdam, 2018-11-30

Inspired by "Him" (Valerie Beth)
Collection: Freend 
Keyword: Love: nourishes 
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