153. MESA VERDE PARK

plus To drive a thorn into his fierce trunk In what DIY of branches, folds crept in from the sky and wrinkles in my brain melted.

I have been shipwrecked to a silence Crystallized

Between these jungles Playful jumps

Dodging Ceibas as if they were saved To the Laughing faces of his brother, Playing hang Of the ball that later sibylline Will sink it On Tonight Auyante Of gentle sighs of One at the end of the other. Its splendor in the peninsula.

Your an inexhaustible source of flowery and moonshines for the merciful sordid and mysterious ways that between spikes thorns Shadows and arid days After some elusive dawn we have in our skin ripped, screamed, busted, renegade. Until Next to each other

On the border of the long Whispering winds from your whispering lips I only wanted a handful of them A roar spilled from your wailing depths. All our talents to fill a few hands with lines, Kinematic ancestral hieroglyphs and indexes glued to the words mother earth and abysmal Your body like the thirsty sea on its shores floods every moment raised raised on the skin. You flood me and I flood you, we both cover ourselves Submerged in his wounds, the self We wipe the sweat from our foreheads And we try, we sta The cliffs flee after your dangerous waves naked breath

overwhelming, wriggling buttocks. Always although we did not leave We have set out to sea a fisher of illusions We let go of the moorings And we became floating islands. And your breasts and your waist twist and brahman in double spirals of eternity.