I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
An odor has remained among the sugarcane:
a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating
petal that brings nausea.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Such a passion of weeping tied to my body.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories