Space
My fingertips unfold your body’s sexuality as our thighs harmoniously interlock: petals of the red rose spread their divineness as the silver light armoured with its hermaphrodite lust conquers the space between our bodies as I passionately enter your domain
— Again, you daydream of your lost lover. Ha, ha, lover-boy, you’ve gone wrong
Shadow of the statue our bodies create on the floor of the lit room witnesses our orgasmic moment
—Stop thinking of her. She’s gone and done with. Wake up to reality, lover-boy
I love you: unction of our consummation
—I know you wish she were in your life. But that isn’t so. Wake up to reality, lover-boy
Passionately, the light traverses to the sultry narrows of our flesh, transcending the momentary aggressiveness of the death solidifying the space, the fluidity in the curve of infinity
—I know you well, lover-boy, and she knew you well too. But she’s gone, and I’m here
Libros Libertad 