Mușcate la fereastra gândurilor

Mi-e sete de verde, sorbit printre pleoape ascunzând pustiuri căprui
De roșu mi-e foame, mușcate înflorind între dinți nesătui
Mi-e sete de alb, sorbit rotund în palmele aspre
De suspine mi-e foame, mușcate înflorind între coapse

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Comments (4)

#1 by annaodette13 on 10 February 2015 - 22:30

tu muscata o virgina
fecioara fara de vina…

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- #2 by Domnul Bob on 10 February 2015 - 22:38
  
  Cum poezioara nu-i tocmai terminată, Vă cer îngăduința, Domniță să mă folosesc de ideile Voastre pentru a-i aduce puțin șarm, dacă imaginația mă va sfătui cum se cuvine 🙂
#3 by annaodette13 on 10 February 2015 - 22:23

Sire ai gusturi rafinate.

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- #4 by Domnul Bob on 10 February 2015 - 22:36
  
  Noblesse oblige 🙂

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