As air sparked a fire or a flower
suspended over the water in slow conjunction
naked
our desire to open the channel of
overflowing with wings and quiet moans aroma;
light touch on a soft sea flooded with trembling
pounding waves through the skin, accumulated
the damp breath of the lips and the hard
drown in smoke or
tremor emerged from the dream, as eternal tide
consuming fear where float the wounded.
about hurting my body to yours, cingulate
burning your meat sticks
turning to flight
touch my hand slipped,
wave
touch or call on the silence of your skin,
in the solitude of our bed.
Love among ruins
Ali Chumacero
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