For the canes of my pupils
Entered as if were
A Kenyan’s Olympic marathoner,
The image of you
And in my body
The petals that were in ignition
They wasted away
In a flame without end.
It was
Nothing else and anything less
That your body
Willing for me.
I got lost in the abundance
Of trees of your chest
And like a butterfly that drowns
In sweet wine of grapes
I dove in the vastness
Of your being,
I was audacious pelican
That throws
To the hole
A parachutist that gets tied up
Of the cloud of the raving
And it jumps until your arms
Protectives of my misleading.
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