Scorpios Getting Back With Their Ex

POETRY IN WHERE I LIVE UNDER THE SKIN

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* Photo: Josema

* POETRY LIVE WHERE: -.-

the moment in this foster home.
My heart beats hard that side by side.
My wind: South to in
My ship: the open ocean.
My mountains: here, as real as in my dreams.
My favorite word: Blue. As blue as you. Looking
horizon.
Then all can guess ...
That air, fire, earth.
You learn and turns.
My eyes: when your eyes light up,
like that our first time.

And so, any day, for example.

Then tell me of any essence, but not until
where or
time because maybe they are, just words

blown away.

Poetry where I live:

has no number, or open street. Only

breast to breast, mountains

thoughts.

Like this, the fiery kiss after the snow.

But when you fill my life a few nights.

When both born and hug. Here

why the poem.

. . . . .

See?

is blue, green

,

white

invisible

transparent

red, endless ...

Air, when it stops,

waiting around eyelids open.

Dream. Wakefulness.

Nights and half listening.

Labyrinth or trail. Maybe you

,

now in their search and / or assistance.

A

hug me wherever he goes: that blue, that green

,

that red, white

that,

downstream ...