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