Her skin
hibernate incense
my touch
every pore
her waist
a dream
in each outbreak
their senses
a heart
rubbing my
in his eyes
reside my eyes
crouched in her eye
in pituitary
the taste of my arms
on his fingers
the footsteps of my kisses
in his heart
a streak of tenderness,
suture
affection and gushing
of its existence
in my veins
From "Alembic of traces", Editorial Quadrivium
Francisco J. Picon
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