Fanciful Poem by Milan Georges Burovac

Fanciful



she is wine
and the pink bread
my cake besides

what is already her first name
the name of her fanciful desire

I am part of the sky
where her mind vibrates

I will be the soul of the honey
in this free drunkenness

our eternal love

Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life,paris,usa
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