As time was running out – poem by Angela Battaglia
WHILE TIME WAS ABOUT TO EXPIRY
You have some’ want me?
Of my expectations,
of my words,
of my caresses,
of my head resting on your strong arm,
of my silences in the little room to make you sleep…
You have some’ want me?
I of you.
Of your kisses,
of your words,
of your caresses,
of your head resting on my legs,
face massages,
of my hands inside your hands.
And that standing kiss.
Angela Battle
January 2021