Thursday, March 3, 2011

Blisters On The Buttocks



Put your hand on my heart

you feel my breath?

that speaks only of you wandering thought
who leaves his eyes filled with happy
to those of a child star

you hear me? Wherever you try


melodic notes of a piece with no end
face and eyes to see where you

to feel that in me you live and

forward with the force of a hurricane

warmer gentle soul
and continues to blow
tired skin

that breath of love that is pure source of life and rebirth

While your shirt
stands there and tells you
by an empty chair ...

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