What flows within me
resting in the shade of a tree,
but extends a hand to the sun and this
I want to hide you recognize
and explodes in a cloud of fireflies in the night.
I hide my face,
but a fragment of light
falling on my eyelashes and a reflection of the lights.
I hide my body,
but your desire and the look in my strip
and what I try to hide
is a chimera,
and I find myself in your pocket
like fresh water to cheer .
virginia 05.03.2011
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