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ask for permission

Xavier Cardoso

I was walking on the street

and I felt your perfume. 

that was when my mind took a dive

into the day we were lying on a garden

exchanging kisses and funny faces while a sky 

made of a million colours collapsed above us. 


I placed my lips on your neck

and slowly went up 

to meet your lips.


that was when I had to ask permission

from my fragile heart

to let you in.


when you placed your hand on my neck

and leaned in to kiss me,

I realised you didn't have to ask my heart for permission to come in.


you were already in and had drawn your body with a pencil

in the blank canvas that is my mind. 


Translated by Sara Fernandes

 
 
 

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