My love. (Prose for Carlos E. González b.)

My love;

Seeing you in the morning is food,

You calm the thirst of your beauty.

Your body waves of the sea to the wind.

Hair that remains in my eyes.


My love;

I remember you when in my arms,

with great pleasure and love you sigh,

I rise to the same heaven, doing,

The remembrance of your gaze in mine


My love;

All my points point towards you,

and they reach to the bottom of your being.

The image embraced and naked,

Covered by the sweat of bodies,

by white sheets scurrying,

is tattooed in mind forever.


My love,

Beautiful words become poetry,

On your lips leave, now only flowers,

that perfume all the covered space,

for our union of souls together,

for our union of lives and in fact.

My love;

 





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