My little hope has just a green leaf
That emerges from the ground,
It looks like imprisoned magma from a volcano,
Creeping through the subsoil with the desire
To see sunlight.
In my deepest interior
My desire shines
With an almost lunar brilliance,
When I look at your eyes, my heart breaks,
Because you don't want to look at me.
If I could make you understand
That everything in me
Is extensive threads and cords
That are tense with interest
For your kisses to devour.
My spores vibrate
Due to your solar pulses
Making me green again.
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