were going to tow your taciturn look
and slowly through your ancestral pain.
I did not dare break the spell
with a word.
I let the past
take you with him.
But today the sun may be
my feelings aroused from hibernation.
O wind that smells like your skin,
Or is this song
made me slip on your memory
and fall into the desire to breathe your taste,
feel your words
and me tattooed on your skin
among rumpled sheets.
I return to the tracks.
my way to your portal
to migrate to your arms,
dying in your kisses
and fail without fear of you.
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