Your skin knows smiles
written in the silences
deeper your privacy
incense beardless
on the border of your lips,
the aroma of a dream
blush undressed and wait
your skin is grafted into every pore
the borders of my essence
blows of verses and saliva,
in rows insolent
the wrinkles on my chest,
in the most remote corners
that populate my sidewalks
skin flake with loopholes
of my serenity breath,
scarified with my waist
the slopes of thy womb,
synesthesia becomes
the folds of a kiss
skin smiles I know ...
From "Poems Prohibited" Francisco J.
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