Monday, April 17, 2017
dipping below horizons
at certain moments
whether blazing and indifferent
drops me to my knees
with its last shafts
that bleed the sky
making me face
the illusion of darkness
that stills my soul and owns all space
reduces me to tears
except in moments when i realize
that day depends on night
the way that dreams depend on waking.
allow my tongue my little flame to rove the apricot of your neck the raspberry of your nipples your navel the small of your ba...
love shouts with tiny hands at hurricanes and volcanoes destroys silences preceding creations and never shuts the fuck up
lives go so many ways like dark sparrows in the presence of an ornery cat flapping away not realizing the inherent danger, and miracle, of ...
she had never heard of you Neruda i said do you know pablo neruda does he come here she said sucking on a cigarette one of those thin wo...