Away from you I don't exist. <br />The knowing you were on my breasts <br />in the corner to stretch your blue <br />is needed as a succession <br />of seasons. <br />I do not know, but life is miserable <br />like a dry creek in August, <br />without your next breath. <br />Anyone who loves is rich throughout the body. <br />And the sound of 'water wants nothing more.<br /><br />michela zanarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovers-54/
