Tactile Translation
My fingers are forcedthey construct a new language
against your hand
to connect freely
the words I cant get out
it's soft and light like brushing
fingertips on your skin
flushing
Can you feel me?
I tell you that you're wonderfull
with strokes of a middle finger
I will write this new language on your skin
can you translate right away
or should I linger?
do you need vibrations of the air
which isn't there?
My voice will break
in this moment most tensile
so all I have to say
will be brought
in a way most tactile
so put your lips to mine
lips are my superlatives
let me blow your mind
Poetry by Karl-Johan
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Written on 2009-07-15 at 00:44




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