Monday, July 31, 2017

Wise Audiences






Wise Audiences 


When you're inside me 
i don't know if you laugh 

or if you come from boredom. 
if your tongue freshens 

or arrives from fever. 
i don’t know 

if what you search for 
on weekends exists 
inside me. 

i know life stretched out 
beneath your abs  

is the same as snakes 
and concurrent solitudes

that correspond 
to the twinkling light 
where i can see you.

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