sábado, 7 de noviembre de 2009

Crossing my skin

I will cross  the sand and open the craks
and the truths  of my skin
                                     will speak
You will return to the sound of the female
until breaking my lips.
you will put some leaves of the trees
as building a barn.
you will be there
suffering  what you lived
you will be
Your hand will be an  infinite river
flowing  in my blood.

I will open my ways
until what unavoidable
you will be feeling  my body,
as the life treated you
over me
                        in the ocean

all surrounded from my breast,
pubis, sex, thighs. 

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