A curve and the feminine scent

November 15/04


A curve

and the feminine scent

are enough

appease sadness


a mouth, a caress, some groan

a nipple in your tongue awakes you in kindness


You are not you

forlorn misunderstood

philosopher, artist or lonely madness


only a panting slave of the senses

wild, trembling, berserk, tender

yearning appendage that enters


El Matallana