A right to it

I am already old
My skin is the bark

My teeth are phantoms

My hair is the pile of straw

My breasts are snowdrops

I still want to feel

on my neck the soft lips

I still want to heat

my lover's sexy feet

Don't I have a right to it?

Your healing salt

With your fresh touch

cool my overheated skin

Your extra healing fragrance

pass trough my sinuses

Calm me with your blue

billion smiling lips

With your friendly song

pamper my ears

Your super tasty salt

share with me

You super gorgeous

Adriatic Sea

Balcony and garden

My balcony

smells of gasoline

My ears hurt

of ruthless machines

Every day

I dream about

jasmine flavored tea

in my own garden

under the shade

of the cherry tree