poma From your profile and I
planting double curve your breast, I
scarlet honey on your nipples,
want the black plague of your hair. I want your presence
enlighten me, o
me that a man blew himself up without price
when pulses
slow stop by the deep caverns of my body. I
still in the range of what has been
of your eyes open landscape and the murky
paths of death
make way in your presence I want. I want to take your touch
immune memory in the deep love my fingertips
steal ditch sits on your skin and make sleepless
tremor ...
always beating.
Text: " Transmigration of touch" (excerpt) by Juan Jose Alcolea J.
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