Us (Me and I is Us)


In a world were mouth
is but roses and thorns,
let me water us every day
with my lips in you.
In a place were eyes were a scorching sun,
let me shade us
until the eyes tires and
will let the moon hover.
In a flesh where love
scratches
and digs
and bruise,

Let us, heal us.

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