THE LAST KISS.

I

MY TIPS FURROWED THE BORDER, 
OF YOUR CALM AND WARMLY WATERS.

WITHOUT TOUCHING MY PALMS, 
THE RESISTANCE OF YOUR SUDS.

THERE IS NO FISH, THERE IS NO HORSE,THERE IS NO STAR. 
THE ABSENCE OF A SEAWEED DANCE.

FAR AWAY, YOUR STEPS SUNK IN THE SAND.

SORROUNDED BY A PALM TREE, SWIMMING,

IN COUNTLESS WHITELY ROES.

MY FRONT, LOOK FOR THE WEATLY LIGHT, 
PURE AND WHITE…WITH NO SHADOWS.

BREEZE, THAT OPENED MY LIPS, 
YOUR GLANCES OF CALMLY SWEET.

RESISTING THE SILKLY WORM, 
THE FLAP OF THE BUTTERFLY.

SMASHING TO EACH OTHER ,WITH ENVY STINGS,

ARMED FENCING FOILS OF A DEAD CAPULET.

SEVEN BEES HIDDEN, BEHIND THE YELLOW FLOWERS,

HIT ARAGUANEYES, BY TIMES AND EASY WINDS.

LEAVING THE TEMPTATION TASTE, 
GUARDED IN ITS BEEHIVE.

TEN FINGERS GRASPED, THE LONGLY CLOTHES 
THAT CARESSED YOUR FORMS.

WHITELY STRIPES, VIOLET ONES,  
STRIPES AS THE COLOR OF THE SAND,

WITH NO FORM, WITH NO SMELL, 
THE SAME TASTE OF THE HONEY, 
LEFT AWAY BY THE BEE.

JUST ONE AIR, A BLAST OF LIFE, 
HOLDED BY YOUR SMILE.SUPPORTING ITSELF, 
AVOIDING THE DROWN OF THE GRIEFS.

THE DEATH OF THE FISH.

ASPHYXIA…HALFWAY OPENED LIPS.

HANGING LIANAS TO SLIDE THE SNAKES.

THE SALVATION, EXPIRE AT YOUR BRIM, 
SEIZED TO THE SILVER CORD.

LEAVED TO KISS TOMORROW, 
WHAT I SHOULD KISS TODAY.

YOUR KISSES DID NOT EXIST, 
YOUR LIPS WERE FAR AWAY.