It's like the Sumerians
And their cuneiform letters
That I long that you chisel
With your kisses the walls
That cover my soul
And you make me sing at dawn
Like a harmonious mockingbird.
When you mark my new sky
And my new land with the smell
Of tangerines in your body,
They will placate with your hug
My spontaneous flames.
There it will bloom in my chest
A blue sapphire and a malva ruby,
My prohibited diamonds,
The emerald on my wish.
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