I want to hold you
while we
fall in lust
and break
the law
I want to fiddle beside you
while you
cover the city in
kerosene
I want to overthrow
everything
and burn it flat
to rebuild a world
in your image
or maybe just
my image of you
I want
I want
I want
you
beside me
inside me
not in a crude way
I want you inside like I
have devoured you
light the fire
play the tune
lets fiddle and f- - and wait
for something to rise from the ashes
Awesome! Why the title is 64? Could we have a short 'Poet's Note' on this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This lit a little fire in my cerebral cortex, thanks!