poem the meeting
a history is always written in pairs
born in the desire to meet
kiss is the synthesis of germinating
straight forward
or spirals
memory but know where you are going
while getting letters
witness or small mirages of
mind that all idealizes the
endless nights also happen
solitudes drunk that losing hope
recover only begging dawn
found or find
have made the journey held by the desire of the thirsty
growing embrace certain
of looking, touching
of kissing
old dream split into two halves and
stay, you with my delusions
me with your moon prodigy
find the poem ends any
night - no matter what city or
spindle schedule -
the old dream becomes a hug
and the promise of reunion
starts another way
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