anjodorio
02/16/2022Sometimes silence summons uproar parodies of courage mirages of duende tangos against the grain disconsolate rage cries of death thirst and hunger for you but other times it is just silence loneliness like a desert oak without oasis dismasted ship sadness that drips around rubble mute fire Lo What I like about your body is sex. What I like about your sex is your mouth. What I like about your mouth is the tongue. What I like about your language is the word. Love of my heart, long live death, in vain I wait for your written word and I think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you. The air is immortal. The inert stone Neither knows the shadow nor avoids it. Inner heart does not need the frozen honey that the moon pours. But I suffered you. I ripped my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. So fill my madness with words or let me live in my serene night of the soul forever dark.