Sweet death

in poetry •  6 years ago  (edited)

Asphyxiated in the sour, sweet perfume
that emit the emancipated waters,
in portals that collapse
to forge the foundations of a future.

Days of unholy war,
without truces.
No intermediaries,
to get to the height.


Only to die, full, was the idea.



Exhausted,
with tight thighs,
torn lips,
tense complexion,
that cools in the face of fraudulent decease.
for the mourning of the released beasts.


Suppression of scars of yesterday.


Under your eyes
underlying insatiable desire,
like crows
hungry for skin.

To die, body to body.
To live the glory.

From your evil hands
to be a favorite guest,
Whom your mouth devours
with incisive caresses
fulminating the senses.


Ephemeral ecstasy,
by seizing the heartbeats
while I turn into nothing,
and all at once.

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Thank you for allowing me to be part of your present day.
You're always welcome.

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  ·  6 years ago (edited)

Que bonito haber podido causar esa reacción en usted con mi poema. Un abrazo. Feliz día

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