Monday, February 28, 2011 18:32:19 [paginantes] a love poem
From: Juan Manuel Pérez Álvarez
ONE
Born in the shelter of the late woman
tenderness,
are my secret timetable
my voice in the darkness lit.
Having your beautiful body
with my desires, my love and my doubts,
you seen my burning feeling
and you in my silence a column.
House where my words
living as a cascade of curls curves,
of my heart I want to make
purest want you back.
not reached the confines of your laughter,
drowned in you and I'm almost your child, you wake me
of loneliness
with your kiss of enchanting fruit.
I see you coming in silence, I
salts to step in bitterness
my sad days without you
dark gray haze. Your waist
asks me,
raises the universe in your question,
spread your hair through my hands,
water surges as the hardest rock.
most secret love you,
the source of my thirst naked
the blossoming of your soul singer,
the aroma of your music. In your voice
will know me as the sun in the mirror of the moon,
shape of my heart you own
advertise my free thinking.
(From "Verses Alcove of Love ")
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