AROUND THE SOUL
sometime hangover, the world
of glim hasn't returned into
the perception, do not
please break the
glassy dream,
in the wind
crummy
cotton of bombax ceiba floating with
prismatic beauty, apart sun and
shade life gets you near the
gentle spirit, on the naive
flap of sprouted plant,
as a trembling tiny
drop of rain, my
recreant love
waits for
your
baying lips, that would complete the -
meaning of wet- ray of life, here
the winter dawn will fill the
arms with the incense
of body, a few
moments
let your
breath in my chest, by the time you get
close to my heart, until the closed
petals of wild bloom, do not
release the mysterious
acme aroma, just
remain around
the soul.
