Refreshed, I Can Smell Europe - Poem by Matthew Christopher
I die every night in your arms,
come alive everymorning without the pain of being born.
I'm invigorated, even though my eyes are dark.
I'm an eagle that soars on the warm current of your breath
A cold blooded snake who warms himself 'round your neck
My melody is measured by your beating heart
we don't have to live up to the rules.
I can hear the accordion
and from our bed I can smell Europe.
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