TV Screen

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Neon lights, suburbia

 Memory on a bike rides down 

The lane of whatever gibberish you planted

 A lover's vow, a heartbreak, a Gelato

 But an icecube over your cut 

Near your right cheek where sat a red short nick

And shaved skin and a wide smile 

The smell of antiseptic :anesthesia 

Lover's vow and tornedo, whirlpool 

Of emotions? Floodgates open your tears

My zodiacs tell there's a diamond on my ring 

You're the current of my river, the flow of my blood, 

the warmth of my skin, come over 

Scoot near me, lean onto my shoulder and 

Breath on me. Sigh at the TV screen,

 rhetorics and pragmatics, politics and Machiavelli

 Keats and Coleridge and we are the romantics

My country and your reign. Floor of ice-cream 

Bathtub of paints , miniature lights, 

Hush now, no more secrets to spill 

Come over, scoot now, hug me tight 

Tell me more, of all you did, you wanna do.

 Tell me more, yell at me, you love me say it again, cause time is jealous and it runs hard

 When we make love and the love floats on the water like oil it doesn't mix cause the time is jealous come now come over hug me tight...

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