At the speed of our ephemeral bodies

miércoles, mayo 18, 2022

 And I have beauty for you. Pretty in your shirt. That your naked body is a full book of caresses in living letters. I toast to the memory of your eyes, to the moment of your gaze, to your neck above your skin, while I sleep in your eyes. On your skin staying in your eyes. Within your gaze. For its curve of seeing. You heal my sorrow. Love comes and burns. Slip for smoothness. For that fusion of attraction. At the speed of our fleeting bodies. Warp uniforms. When the pleasure erases the fixed limits extending them in a wide fusion beyond the visible.

Autobiographies. Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.

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