In your woman-bodythere is tepid salt and loose leaves.You lookand your voice escapes through your hands.You sing tenderness and solitude.The accent of your step fallslike a circumflex on the air.Yearsunderstand nothing of kisses............................and the grievingocean of your storysounds across the fieldslike blows of l in the ears of pleasure.Sea you are.Land and guitar.And even for tim ...
In your woman-body there is tepid salt and loose leaves.
You look and your voice escapes through your hands. You sing tenderness and solitude.
The accent of your step falls like a circumflex on the air.
Years understand nothing of kisses ............................and the grieving ocean of your story sounds across the fields like blows of