lunes, 30 de agosto de 2010

Sweet Behest

Try using my skin for a unit of time
you will feel how fast my blood runs

I lend you my eyes so you can see you
and the miserly person you are sometimes

Touch my face, identify every muscle
and its meaning to your acts

Smell me and guess how my day was,
dreams, needs and desires

Talk to my hands
invite them to new red lands

Fit in me, breath me
Be mimetic for this time

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