by hazem al jaber
Published on: Oct 25, 2005
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Type: Poetry

Naked...
Naked...
naked as a little creek
mouth to mouth, hand to hand
and every tremor comes from you
gives a more sweetened kiss,
with its memories keeps coming to me
every day, every moment
was in a dream, or was in a wakefulness?
sure that was a dream,
wish for it to be true.




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