A PARK IN BARCELONA

Howl & Whisper

Come on over with your
little smile
The shy way you tuck your hair
from your eyes
Whisper broken French
on an old courtyard bench 
Beneath the knotted trees
amongst the strange aromas
of a park in Barcelona

 
Come on over with your
marble skin
The way you take my hatred 
from within
Show to me those curves
Drop your gown a little further
To the red dirt earth
amongst the strange aromas
of a park in Barcelona
Come on over
we’ve nothing to declare
Just let your lust grow
with the new night air
Walk with me from your 
little step
From the clearing to my bed
of perfect green
and cut out leaves
amongst the strange aromas
of a park in Barcelona




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