don’t know much about Love

Time To Get Up by Monika Luniak

Did you wake up before me to watch my nude, winding
through the bed linen and playing itself with soft lights
and shadows, gallantly offered by a semi-open window?
Would you like to see me opening myself in front of you
exactly like a flower dreaming at a summer rain while
you, with your lips, will make with an extreme pleasure
circles of petals on my skin for offering to me frissons?
But are you the bumble-bee what’s using its needle to get
in my open corolla bringing the butterflies in my stomach
for making my body to take the shape of a harp
perfectly harmonized with the creak of the bedstead?
Could be all these just an aroma of some memories
when each murmur of mine got lifted up by your spirit
to be scented and sweeten with many whispers of love
for fulfilling our photosynthesis? — Explain to me.
Even if seems bizarre, I don’t know much about Love.
good woman, believe me, I love you times infinity,
I could be anything, my Love, an innocent touch
for which you would have to lose your mind

Hanne Boel │ Jade Bird │ Elliot Berger & Laura Brehm
The Dears │ Ray Manzarek │Ria Mae
I am Waiting for You Last Summer │The Barr Brothers

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