We
water. We
drops.
drops are our cells.
We are small drops of ocean.
drops of water.
always drops a little 'salt.
our tears,
the bill that is presented to us
after so much love,
drops are made of certain memories,
when we try to recreate the image of who
,
and 'party far away,
leaving all his baggage,
no address,
only a vague, imprecise appointment ..
Drops of sweat fall
to the rhythm of the race healthy and exercise,
the melee endless
on the bed of love more 'desperate
of fatigue
work underground and poorly paid,
of fear in solitude,
more 'certain and absolute.
saliva
greedy and sweet
around the bite
more 'greedy,
precious, honey and orange
if you exchange
from our mouths in our long kisses.
Drops
oyster and sea
reached those of our pleasure.
Drops
of life and we
your words
raining down on me
noiselessly
and leaving my skin
tiny halos
of salt.
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