with the warm rain of your desire. Let me slide into your dreams, and be that mystery you decipher by just saying my name.
I wanna get lost in you, Mor...
in what you imagine
When you think of me,
in what you keep quiet
when the silence invades you.
Be the echo of your fantasies,
your longing made a poem,
your most intimate delusion...
And that fast beat
that burns in your veins.
And in the end...
without looking for a way out,
not wanting to wake up,
Let's be two submerged souls
in the same fire,
of which neither you nor me
we want to get away.
Monika
Poems of Skin and Soul
Edited: Amante de la poesía 🦋
in what you imagine
When you think of me,
in what you keep quiet
when the silence invades you.
Be the echo of your fantasies,
your longing made a poem,
your most intimate delusion...
And that fast beat
that burns in your veins.
And in the end...
without looking for a way out,
not wanting to wake up,
Let's be two submerged souls
in the same fire,
of which neither you nor me
we want to get away.
Monika
Poems of Skin and Soul
Edited: Amante de la poesía 🦋
