every minute I look down from the wall clock.
the night, that market of dreams where love is put for sale,
opens wide and encouraged me to get you.
My hands, bowls of darkness, begging the light of your desire.
On the eve of the dawn bite your kiss to quench my thirst.
of cinnamon is the profile of your mouth.
drunk I breathe you taste the sea when you put butterflies on my lips honey.
do they know the kisses blue?
Sunrise on my pillow and I do not know how I will kiss of poppies.
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