Dwi utami

(11-11-1986 / Ngawi.jawa timur)

*Maybe I'is you*


Maybe my ears is your ears*
Maybe my eyes is your eyes, same to gaze at each other*

Maybe my lip is your lip, same to kiss each other*
Maybe my hands is your hands, same for us held on mutually*

Maybe my arms is your arms, equally warm him to embrance mutually*
Maybe my heart is your heart, same to fill up mutual emptiness and equally ticking was full of the desire*
Maybe my spirit is your spirit, as two bloods become one*
Maybe my bloods is your bloods, same flowed in same thoughts*

Maybe my foot is your foot, same for us went one direction*
Maybe my skin is your skin, equally warm and soft to heart each other*

Maybe i'is the life in living you**

Submitted: Thursday, July 22, 2010
Edited: Friday, July 23, 2010

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