Lisa Stér Cöy

What harm would be farraginous

Nor esurient

From remorse bruised

And lascivious memories.

Then, the request response

Heads down

Your hand merges on my back

Open your eyes in an act strong and seductive

My pupils dilate

You open a slight smile ...

Cold ...

Shy ...

What irony!

as opposites that do not live apart

As the moon and sun

Day and night,

Darkness and light.

How clothed and naked

affection and scourge

Trident and cross.

How can't live alone

Heart and blood

Are us.

By Lisa Stér Cöy. 

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