With tenderness, that both the winter
stimulates the furnace
young love
by the span of your wet cocoa mouth
Listen to these words in a warm voice:
"Sap that flora and flower that grows",
by the acid tongue of Verlaine,
a gore, a spring in the woods.
Leave my fingers on this moss,
where the rosebud glows.
Let me in this clear grass,
go drink the dew drops
with which the tender flower is watered
of anthurium.
Your body has cloudy charm,
Your strong body that imbibes
what a strange perfume he has,
exotic, through the gap of the mouth.
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