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