Golden Postcard

Limbs climb
Over mine
Where one starts
The other ends

Dior, has you soft
Like flowerbeds

Our hands
Through the walls
We painted
Stuck in time

Blue square
Of the room
Shiny parts
Caught in your hair

Too far but close enough
To live inside my mouth

Our hands
Through the walls
We painted
Stuck in time
(climb me with…)