Brazilian Wax Fort Worth

certainty


night storm
rain and again you read and reread


your words today the yesterday's

the first and the latest

and all the magic of love steep

unobjectionable yet incomprehensible


your teen love
sovereign and inalienable minded woman love

able to lift a mountain

confidence in my soul

and so I read and reread every word of yours

smooth, flat and
enough to allow us time containing

us an opportunity we

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links I like to hear a song and imagine

open a window, imagine

talk to you myself, imagine

smell the sun on a pink

imagine coffee with milk, imagine

foot plunge at any beach,

imagine drinking rain water, imagine

follow the shadow of your
shadow
imagine looking out the moon, imagine


Nirvana found in the sap of silence .... imagine

alone never alone

Is Your Cm Dry Before Periods

INVITATION


and then she appeared again,

blooming before my eyes shone



trails and pink glass / autumn leaves

his voice is a sweet grape cluster

that opens white furrows



brown skin, who knows how to transform a word

in wine and water, blood and milk, honey and fire

its flower is a light that vibrates and shakes



love until I was exhausted / drunk moon

so I will take the silence

content in the eyes, waiting



then return again,

tell you to stay back



MEMORY


sometimes let me catch

by those thoughts far

that look of a future past,



rub the soul,

fast memory tangents

and bomb the dark hollow of the night

with images of eyes, lips and caresses



fragile

because if I catch them,

disappear



yet are timeless,

homeless

like the stars that arrive, leave and return



WHY MY

dare to look in my window

see a blue sky

winding roads / train left

hesitant watches

utopias Rosaries

words and swings

dare to look and if you touch me

I shall be reborn like a phoenix



SADNESS


sadness when I say I mean,

go not to the corner watering with sighs

but one that makes you feel the soul

like a big black hole

that devours all hope that cross