Even if the words
were clear, fast and divine
the city would always remain
a landscape I could draw
all over your skin
as a thought on lust.
This is a meditation
on the loss of tigers
waves, clouds and geometry
even if all the words
get back from the journey
as a thought on lust.
Try not to move
not to crawl under
the avalanche of clowns;
this is a better idea
even if words meet
as a thought on lust.
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