more than just your silence
and your eyes looking at me
from away time and space.
That’s why I’m willing
to make a deal with your neck
that no man’s land
between your mind and your heart.
I’m intend to play
there when reason and passion
struggles with each other
to decide your next action...
...and to whisper at your skin
and to imprint in your cute chin
a memory to follow
if you decide to show up.
1 comment:
Este poema es el que está mejor construido. Invita y le da vida a ésa tierra ajena y a la vez tan propia. Muy lindo.
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