domingo, 1 de junio de 2014

We’ll never know where


He was a man and a woman;
both, at the same time.
He asked me if I liked that.
I gave him the only possible answer
to such combination:
a loudly and sharp yes.
My legs on his shoulders
framing his face
and a snapshot
recording the moment.
And we didn’t know what to say
standing before love
making his path
full of dry blood
and guillotined bodies.
We are this ambiguity
this lot of empty mirrors.
We will fall,
into your soul
or into your sex:
we’ll never know



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