Gritos agua

domingo, febrero 19, 2017

Mi lengua arraigada en tu boca ahora desborda, ahora agua, ahora fruto. Cabes en mi cuerpo como todas las causas que cambiaron mi mundo. Gritos agua. Cuerpo disperso. En tus piernas aterrizo pecho sueño. El dorso de tu mirada hace agua en mi boca, por mi lengua navega, muere en mi garganta.

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