Ripe fruit,
With sweet skin
And bitter heart.
Among the thousand smiles
With which you presented yourself,
Each one was an oasis
Of loneliness,
Leaving me thirsty
For the freshness of true love.
Taking your fishhook was a deception.
Your bait vanished
On the palate of my soul,
Like the whisper of the ephemeral dream
That a lover has.
Hidden in every caress
And in every kiss,
Like an intoxicating nectar,
You carried camouflaged
An addictive bitterness.
I dreamed that your soul was sweet.
And so, captivating my senses,
My being became entangled
In the web of your charm.
Like someone grasping
A burning coal,
I clung to the hope
That you would dispel
The helplessness within me.
With every exhalation I gave,
Out of desperation, you widened
The scale of bitterness
In the garden of my heart.
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