I do not think, ultimately, that there is better way
of ecstasy with someone watching him closely.
Observe every pore, see its flaws.
Pay attention even to persistent dance
that passes through their hands.
Admiring the blood flowing through his veins,
feel 'potamólogo' map of his arms.
Knit a swing
on the precipice that leads to her eyelashes,
and hang them up into his eyes.
Paint himself in a yellow house,
furnish it with flowers and beat Van Gogh.
Throw you straight nose her poignant line.
To cause an accident unfolding its folds.
Tell wrinkles hide their knuckles,
and see him how you count the times you have bleeding.
Heal the 'purple' of all fights.
Kissing the scars of football.
Bite the ears,
trova sing in your ear,
improvise concerts 'canon' for two.
Stop on his lips,
in his beard,
delineate,
stalk,
see them as escape.
Your only way out
Emergency is his mouth.
And lose and find yourself in all nooks and crannies.
That there is no gap missing store,
and despite having done so,
not tired back.
Because not all "muses" named after women.
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