In the light that is veiled
the first kiss of the sun
in the soft grass
shade of green pines

A flower is immersed
prey to unknown secrets
that lurk
in the folds of its forms

I caress with your eyes
its profile as a woman,
trying to violate
his dreams.

That body perfectly
arched
that invades the imagination
confusing the reason.

With a flight to planar
leads
in my nest soft
where violence is not offended
but it is only love.

Des Agos

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