love you not a smooth, straight to the ear, which stirred the foliage, breath burn
starting the fire and rises to the sky
love you No one of those ragged,
routine, kiss in cheek without seeing the eyes, wind
defoliate branches and break
and crawl in search of a new bend.
No, and I would not want to talk,
and would not say that I love, I desire today
anyone envy me, I do not want
tell me you are all and only mine, not yearning today
a meeting of wild beasts in heat or try
empty words, or move me or I hope not
customsday you tell me so I want, but I
not listen.
March 23, 2003
Posted by Jacobo Silva Nogales
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