ORIGINALITY VS.

CLICH
Your Body is a Wonderland
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
And if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break them
This is bound to be a while
Your body is a wonderland
Morning VII
Pablo eruda
aked you are simple as one of your hands!
smooth" earthy" small" transparent" round#
You have moon$lines" apple pathways
aked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat#
aked you are blue as a night in %uba!
You have vines and stars in your hair#
aked you are spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church#
aked you are tiny as one of your nails!
curved" subtle" rosy" till the day is born
and you withdraw to the underground world#
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores!
your clear light dims" gets dressed" drops its leaves"
and becomes a naked hand again#
S!BTL"TY VS. OV"RSTAT"M"NT
ever &new 'ove 'ike This (efore
) never knew love like this before
ow )'m lonely never more
Since you came into my life
You are my lovelight" this ) know
And )'ll never let you go
You my all" you're part of me
Once ) was lost and now )'m found
Then you turned my world around
When ) need you" ) call your name
This feeling's so deep inside of me
Such a tender fantasy
You're the one )'m living for
You are my sunlight and my rain
And time could never change
What we share forever more#
Somewhere i have never traveled
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somewhere i have never travelled" gladly beyond
any e*perience" your eyes have their silence+
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me"
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers"
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
,touching skilfully" misteriously- her first rose
or if your wish be to close me" i and
my life will shut very beautifully" suddenly"
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending!
nothing we are to perceive in this world e.uals
the power of your intense fragility+ whose te*ture
compels me with the colour of its countries"
rendering death and forever with each breathing
,i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens! only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses-
nobody" not even the rain" has such small hands