want

when I close my eyes like the shutters of a photographic lens

I see you there

behind the curtain of thick trees

we lie in the tall grass, covering ourselves

our bodies joined, no force can tear them apart

it could be like this all the time

if only you could say yes

I would be elated every day

every day I would wake up in your arms

all I would have

would be the thin timbre of your voice

and the gentle touch of your hands

when we’re making love away from everything

everything that hurts and makes us sad

I will tell you stories of the most importance

the ones you’ve never heard or seen on the silver screen

barely comparable

with any intricate plot

from other people’s lives full of flies

I have them all in thousands for you to see

and yet you seem to value only the lowest

lowlife is not liable to liberty

you would enjoy

if you only want

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