Y tus derramados senos

sábado, mayo 06, 2017

En este amor loco. En este verde silencio. En este pensar en ti extremo. Aquí y en ti te amo. Me he arrancado todas las miradas. Me he tapado la boca al aire. He hecho de ti el nombre de todas las cosas. En tus arrebatos. En tus manos. En el tiempo de tus dedos. Murieron todas las sombras. Crecieron todos los puentes. Y tus derramados senos inundaron mi boca.

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