how magnificent is
you allowed me to taste your skin.
every inch,
every curve
i find consolation within.
i'm clueless if something can be louder than bombs
bursting in restless of summer air.
maybe the waves at midnight,
or when Apollon cried in hysteria
as the whole solar system eclipsed.
but the tunes pulled out of your throat
is the trembling ocean,
losing serenity
in moans and eternal agony
crashing into edges of cliffs.
i maintain the mid july heat
underneath my clothes
to burn down the cities.
enchanted,
you maintain the grace
as our bodies are peaking the mountain tops,
molten the age-old snow,
foundered against the salty waves,
bravo!
how splendid is
your skin
with the dozen moon craters
on the starless sky,
i taste with my bitten lips
and it's like sugar
melting on the tip of a scorched tongue.
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Poesíacompilation of nonlinear internet-influenced poetry about being young and in love and being betrayed, growing up and life celebration
