Full woman, apple , hot moon, thick smell
seaweed, crushed mud and light, how dark
clarity opens between your columns? What ancient night
man touch with his senses?
Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash
Lightning
and two bodies defeated by a single honey. Kiss Kiss
move across your small infinity,
your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages, and fire
genital
transformed into delight runs through the narrow roads
blood to rush like a carnation night to be
and no more than a flash in the shade.
mmmmm ... If I recite this poem in his ear love ... lol you will one day right?? I love you my life ... I miss you ...
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