Your deflections of my reflections
Are like chocolate on a hot dog
Your tangerines are like the greens
Molding life from unsavory things
Your thighs are like running rivers
As the sliver of the moon wets tree trunks
Su pozo es el aire
Satiating gasping breath
Released from the stains of my pants
Su corazón es como la selva
Satiating longing toward states belonging
Your voice is like a rose
Thorns largely unnoticed
You are a celebration clearly
Gracias por todo su inspiration.
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