Arabian Nights
I tread the ground with my turquoise shoes
They echo in my heart, they echo my heart
Click, click, click
With my grimy breath I write you a poem
on your stomach, your tense neck
Lean in closer, and listen to me
I am singing a song about a morel garden
With trees older than your grandmother
Wrinkled as the back of your hand
I can feel the insomnia
Strange against my sore chin
Dry against my desert ankle
Quick, darling
Lie down beside me and let me water you
before the aridness sets in
Let your eyes focus on my lip shape
They're painted red as the
Inside of my exited nostrils
Let's dance to the gramophone, dear
And dream of the years to come
Years we will miss as they go by
And we'll wave at them, smiling
Knowing we will never see them again
Being content with just a ordinary
Set of cigarillos
Your mother bought you
The day you grew up
One for each day, a smell
Of the past settles in my lipstick
coloured nostrils
- 17. January 2007
Poetry by Fleurette
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 15:19
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