It seems as if
I would have swallowed
A burning ember
And on the way
Under my tongue
Up to the part
More lifeless
From my heart,
It goes burning
How it burns
In the lover
The despair.
Having the possibility
To see you I could
Burn the universe
With the synonymous verb
From the word pleasure.
With just one verse
From my mouth,
For just one kiss
From your mouth.
In terms of wings,
I am sleepless pigeon
That doesn't fly anymore
Little Feathered Heron,
A frightened partridge,
Alcatraz far from the sea,
Pelagic bird without route.
I am a phoenix
Reduced to ashes
By the burning ember
That on the way
Under my tongue
Up to the part
More lifeless
From my heart
It goes burning
How it burns
In the lover
The despair.
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