Echo

Must be the day 

Of your diffident heart 

Your spiral gaze

Lioness 

Must be starlight

Pricking me 

With retraction 

Like an X-ray 

Or a feat 

Must be perfume 

On a Tuesday 

Must be closer 

Than a breeze 

Must be the day 

The feather bed

Must be near 

Your distant echo 

Calls me like 

A burning tyger 

Who would twist 

This yearning heart 

Must be perfume 

In my lockdown 

Freak me slider 

With your bread 

Birthday spider 

Silken web

Intertwining 

Gravity 

Breaking time 

With florid scent 

I can taste 

The pant of longing 

Brushing coolly 

Near so far 

Happy Tuesday 

Tender spirit

Shooting through me

Like a star

Must be the day 

Of your diffident heart 

Your spiral gaze

Lioness 

Echo 

Echo 

Echo. 

28/04/20

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