The room

In this space
I would be useful
better taste your lips
light of my eyes.
See
your spark shine
I stripped of all knowledge.
Yelling but not hurt
rejoice
Your dew
light of my eyes.
Danzami him
white silk
no love
depicts the essence.
Indeed
all intrusions
are rouged
in your nodes.
Oh, how sweet it is
the pain of love,
and how sweet it is
your choir.
The not being able to
abolish the mythical time
attacked by the light ...
the light of your eyes ...
Emotionally and symbolically
indifferent nature
fades vanishes
almost muted.
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From the collection of poems by Alfredo d'Ecclesia “almost love poems“