caress me, baby

Tenderness, —
I got to be wrapped...
Preciousness, —
wrap me, please...
I'm cold, —
Come... — Take me
 in the season of hell
with the drunken boat
of the Rimbaud
if you wanna, — or...
in the waste-land
with the cruelest April
of Eliot's, - but come...
come to caress me, baby

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi

The Blues Project

bunch of emotions organized in words

what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply