I want to share the following with you , my love



I want to look back and see you in the branches.

Lillle by little you turned into fruit.

It was easy for you to rise from the roots,

singing your syllable of sap.

Here you will be a fragrant flower first,

changed to the statuesque form of a kiss,

till the sun and the earth, blood and the sky,

fulfill their promises of sweetness and pleasure, in you.

There in the branches I will recognize you hair,

your image ripening in the leaves,

bringing the petals nearer my thirst,

and my mouth will fill with the taste of you,

the kiss that rose from the earth

with your blood, the blood of a lover’s fruit.






My love

I miss you

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