un poema de lance.

lance, de quien puede que os acordéis ya que fue el amigo mio que les contó a sus padres que era gay hace unas pocas semanas (aún siguen sin hablarle, de lo que yo se) y a quien su madre le había contado que era alérgico al chocolate cuando en realidad era todo mentira, leyó mi blog y me escribió un poema como respuesta.

rara vez algo esto, pero es tan jodidamente bonito que se me ocurrió postearlo:

In the Dark
Rooms, developing slowly
I reach, you’re telling me something,
I need to, your hand on the pillow
I tell you, the note in the bottle.

I’m smashed, you?
You’re sentimental,
I own, you’re an au pair parental
Apart meant we shared what we could
And it shattered the bad from the should.

In the Dark,
I’ll devour you,
On the hour,
As you strike
As my hand touches yours
In the Dark,
I’ll taste every inch
And as chocolate runs from your lips
So will I
In the dark.

You knew all about it
You parted oceans throughout it
You threw those down who you doubted
But you doubted you doubted you doubted

Indebted to hunger
Imbedded Persephone
Everyone turning around
As we disappear
We’re light fantastic
We burn pomegranates
At both ends, the planet spins,
Taken for granted

I swallow
every last morsel
I tell you, nothing I’d change
Maybe airplanes:
No room for jumping
And waterbeds
Unmade for dryhumping

We pass in the night,
Two by sea, burning bright
As we’re there, in our sight
I wish I may I wish I might

In the Dark,
I’ll devour you,
On the hour,
As you strike
As my hand touches yours
In the Dark,
I’ll taste every inch
And as chocolate runs from your lips
So will I
In the dark,
I’ll devour you,
On the hour,
As you strike
As my hand touches yours
In the Dark,
I’ll taste every inch
And as chocolate runs from your lips
So will I
In the dark,
I’ll devour you,
On the hour,
As you strike
As my hand touches yours
In the Dark,
I’ll taste every inch
And as chocolate runs from your lips
So will I
In the dark.

(I wish I may I wish I might
I wish I may I wish I might
I wish I may I wish I might)


a propos:

justin bond, AFP y lance en el café de la opera de sydney.



colgando de un hilo pero dios, que hilo más bonito

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AFP