Tea and desire

That music was in the brownish light all over your room,

Lying on your strong chest and shoulder.

Your arms were like wings around me,

Your fingers were soft as feathers.

My tears, your sweat, vapourized together. 

The tea was already cold before you kissed me goodbye,

I don't know what I'm crying for,

W boy, you just disappeared in that night.  

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