Copy and paste (on me)

There is a serious epidemic
of exotic palates
erotic shine
on the displayed papillae
of that tongue
that I could never kiss.

Because I couldn't reach
your lips so good.
Because everything was a May
with no roses and no snow...
Everything was silent and
the ship did not leave.

At the same time, time
(ah! that heartbeat thief.)
distances other mouths
lips and teeth
cheeks and palates
saliva and profanity

And in the middle, a scandalous river
an unmistakable sea
living in an ocean.
An ocean of idleness for years!

Inside here
a flood of sweet tears
sugars like a thousand absences
that I keep for you...

I miss that mouth
latin speaking
and these writing hands
condensed and convincing
of this hairless head
and many saints.

Fertile reverie...

Desire for a body
to show up naked and
waiting for me to bring
the surprise touch.

Let him be treated lion and prey.

A body of sensations
and desperate longing.
A body that is not mine
but in distance and I don't want
as a distraction.

Body I wanted to be
mine and I don't own
I have but I don't.
I wanted to cover it with saliva
of poems and words
of silence.
Cover it of me now and then.


PAR