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To my Princess, I generally don't do love poems, this is an explanation of a moment.


Princessan och Muraren




 

Movements defined by stillness.

 

She lies. 

 

Her eyes twitch slightly under their lids,

 

she dreams.

 

 

I lean closer to listen to the sound of her breathing. 

 

I watch as her breast rises and falls.

 

She is immaculate,

 

exquisite.

 

Is she dreaming of a chataeu,

 

flowers,

 

the warm wind in her hair?

 

Is it foolish of me to hope

 

that I may be in there somewhere?

 

Has it really taken me this long to realise

 

that she is not out to hurt me?

 

I am safe here

 

but more to the point

 

if I don't trust I will lose her.

 

I do not want to lose her.

 

I lie down.

 

She turns and holds me from behind,

 

my immaculate princess.










Fri vers av Lucius
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Publicerad 2007-09-13 00:43



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Jag tycker väldigt mycket om denna text. Kan inte sluta läsa den. Prinsessan och Muraren är förresten en bra titel och säger mig mycket mer än själva orden i sig.
2007-09-18
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