Donde se desnudan mis eclipses

lunes, diciembre 02, 2019

Circula soleada e invisible. // Ruido de colores. // Hipnotización de caricias, curvas y rectas, en el viaje de nuestro cuerpo. Todo empezó por la piel sorpresa, dormida hasta entonces. Alquimia del sudor.  A veces, frecuente emoción: gaviota de sereno cielo. Sonreías como un tiempo joven. Por mirarte. Por adorable.  Por tu suave fondo donde se desnudan mis eclipses.

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