37 My thoughts of you are fish, elusive, fast and frightened. I hunt them with my eyes; I haunt them with my lips. Iím fishing all day long to see them in a glimpse. Iím haunted by your lips, and by your eyes I'm hunted. I do not own this sea; I can't control its motion With ghosts of your glimpsed hands, your waves of longing lips, Your chasm within my mind, your water with my fish, My hunting eyes and lips, when by your eyes I'm haunted. I never catch my fish; I lose them in your water. I cannot breathe when waves are rising to my throat, With ghosts of hunting hands within elusive thoughts, Your longing hiding eyes, my lips, afraid and thirsty.







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IRENE C∆SAR
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