segunda-feira, 21 de junho de 2021

Poema


 INTIMACY

You're bleeding?
Take my hands and sew up your veins.
Use my skin to repair your burns.
You can transplant my voice into your throat.
And gulp my breath with three gulps of water.
My body is just a map showing the path that leads
to the heart of events:
intimacy is always hidden ahead ,
where rumors mask the silence.

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