In a geometric way
And for each tiny instant
You continue to beat on my head,
As if my being were prisoner
In an intricate labyrinth.
Unceasingly your image
Travels my entire inside.
And to be honest I wanted
That those my thoughts
They became fatuous fire
And that they continue for always afire
Until their flame intermingles
With the mortar of my feelings
And devour completely
Each memory
That I treasure in my chest.
That the trunk of my body
Be similar,
To the library of Alexandria
See from the port
To burn until the haven
Of their bones,
So that it is not footprint
No traces neither relic
Of your kisses
With those that metamorphosed
In ambrosia you tunneled
The walls in my deeps.
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