The Fairy-Tales - Poem by Ari Alsio
Tell me, my dear your fairy-tales mom
I'm already dressed in my pajamas
the loosen stacked my feather cushion
and love inviting three-headed dragon my dream.
Give my sleep and the moon is calling me
the sun has already landed on the fells
I am thirsty and I drink your face.
my love I know your heart rate
love to take a peek inside me
lips taste amethyst blood.
You are my sweetest fairy-tales,
I fall asleep in my dreams
the love of the infinite
is still going on.
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