martes, 30 de agosto de 2011


Scratching the surface
guides your hands perverse,
profile that you slide
by joining my skin.
Shared Storms
evicted the windows,
caught your cries
just flight
even before birth in your mouth.
Hidden in each other
are soft shadows,
imagined by desire.
We ivy
climbing sheets,
stamping souls
the color of the last bottle

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