#sicillia

Wild, untamed wind

Runs gentle fingers

Through wild, blonde locks,

Curls up and settles

Deep inside my greedy lungs.

My heart belongs to you.

To the

Salt

That sticks thickly

On my tongue,

My skin,

Catching uncomfortably

On it,

Having been kissed,

A silent blessing from

Father sun.

He blares brightly

From above,

Like an old god,

Spreading its divinity

Against the backdrop

Of a clear,

Blue, blue, blue

Sky.

My heart belongs to you.

Your creatures,

Which lurk

Deep below me,

Dart away,

Fearing the intruder,

Who so desperately

Wishes to live

Inside your womb.

I breathe you deeply

And try in vain

To stay

Within your waters,

But alas,

I was birthed

In the land,

And my desire

Is not enough

To keep me with you.

Every breath is pain,

My soul belongs

In your waters.

My skin

Has torn

On your ancient,

Weathered face,

I offer my blood

To you

In hopes

To become one with you.

My heart will always belong to You.

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