Treasure Island

L C Vieira

(Lisbon, Portugal)

Brown Leather Jacket


You are the moist tip of my tongue;
the silent pause in the air
I take in - and the one that breaks out.

You are a selfless act in the river of my blood,
taking this tossed-about spirit,
and folding it gently against your breast,

I am warmed, safe and believing
inside the comfort
of your brown leather jacket.

(2003)

Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, August 13, 2013

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