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THE GLANCE OF YOUR EYES,
ASPHYXIATED THE BANDONEON,
CLOSING TO ITS VOICE THE DOOR.
THAT ONE, THAT ALWAYS REMAINED OPEN.
THE WOODEN TABLE ONE, FROM THE PHARAOH’S ROAD.
MARKED BY THE CROSS OF THE LAMB'S BLOOD.
THE PEST SALVATION, SILENCED THE THIRD,
AND YOUR BODY, TEMPTED THE VILE CLAW.
QUITEN THE REVERSE SCREAMS, FROM THE BACK OF THE
LEAF’S VINE.
TELL HER FOR EVER, WHAT FOR EVER HE FELT.
MY BODY SHAKED BY YOUR EYES’ GLANCE,
IMAGINING YOUR KISSES STUNED MY MIND.
MY FINGERS WERE HIDING, JAILED BY TWO PALMS.
AVOIDING TO TOUCH YOUR HONEY WOUND, AS WOUND THE
SOULS.
AND TEMPT FOR EVER, WHAT NEVER WAS TEMPTED.
AND BREATH FOR EVER YOUR WARMLY VERVE.
FOR YOU, I COULD DYE THE OTHER WAY AROUND…FROM INSIDE.
UNCLOTHED, FADED, DULL, WITHOUT FIGS OR FRIENDS,
LOST, CONFUSED, BY TWO DAUGHTERS AND FOUR NAVELS.
SCENTED BY LAVANDER, TALC AND CARNIVAL.
WHY GET SAD TO THE INESCAPABLE FINAL?
IF YOU WAIT FOR ME, WE CAN DYE AWAKE.
DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE THOUGHT AS PIGEONS?
WHEN WE’RE FLYING TO THE DEKNITTING NEST,
AND WEABED AGAING SLEPT.
ON A MATTRESS OF ALEJANDRINOS AND WHITES.
IN ABANDONED LUSTFULNESS SONNETS,
IN A DEATHLESS FOREST OF WHITELY FEDERS.
SAY IT !. TEAR THE WORD FROM YOUR ABYSSAL LOVE.
FROM THE VAGUE VOICE DROWNED BY THE TIME.
WE NEVER WERE ONE, STILL ARE TWO CORPS.
TAKE THE TIPS OF MY FEDERS, LET’S FLY FOR THE LAST
TIME.
WE’LL SLEEP AWAKE, UNDER AN OPEN SKY.
WE’LL APPLAUD THE SAME CONCERT,
WE’LL DYE BACKWARD, SIDE TO SIDE.
WITH THE BACK OF YOUR VINE
