Izabel Martho |
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poems
BLACK KISS
BEIJO NEGRO
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Izabel Martho |
It has floated brainless in
a yellow and rose lighting
Slipping away after throught
crystal threads;
Transparent.
Without fear abated me in a
fragrant whisper;
Boring my skin beyond the
lips;
Humid.
It broke the grain in the
middle getting into the husk
Jumbling my thirsty body in
quakes;
Starving.
It advanced with tenacity
into the autumnal breeze
Opening doors in my unknown
heart;
Avassalador.
It impunity cleared dark
concealed;
Digging tracks earlier
inhospitable in a shady mind;
Seductive.
It only absorbed what was
more pure
Placing on the skin the
fever of a kiss;
Black.
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