Imagine | Spoken Word Poetry
I imagine endless futures with you sceneries of lush green hills in countries that might not even exist.
I imagine wine-stained
lips kissing my pale breasts
whispering about lovers
that found death because
they were never as lucky
as us.
I envision our skins
pressed together
yours made of copper
mine made of milk
I think of the wrinkles
that will cover them
one day.
I envision caressing
those lines that betray
the travels of places
we have yet to see
while you whisper you
would do it all over again.
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