Come to Me

I would bite tonight
your naked shoulder
I would stab
a sword of tenderness in
the flesh of your hopes
and wishes

I would tear apart
with the kiss
your roamings
and
take you there
where
fulfilled is
all

I would catch tonight
into the net of my
traces
the reflection of your eyes
in the darkness
and

then
totally silently
so that you do not notice in the dream
step aside
towards encounter
with the sunny
hot
day


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Satellites of the Stone Age: Come to Me
Dessert Sessions