Sinful thoughts
Where
your presence’s avalanche fulgurates
I can’t think you otherwise:
Aerial introspection,
Libido in the daring,
Mouths, fans, ointments,
And sewn
insects: our orgasms,
Infancy
that names you, that prays you.
Let us sleep together
Besides
the air’s commencement.
Without revulsión of the little death
I gallop
in you
And
your clamor is my headwater source
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