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Click hereAbsence makes hearts
frenético querido,
from the first tight clasp
of searching eyes, budding
vistazos waiting
until day is vanquished
and twilight drips orange,
melting the day, settling
among trees nodding branches,
laughing at us, mi amor,
our savage comedia humana,
las danzas and our mouths
kissing chaos gladly.
From the window traffic
whooshes, vies with moans
like violins rising, woodwinds
sighing. The rhythm bumps us
as one cacophonous drum,
beating
Amante, Amante,
the train screams
with us. Ahora paz.
La noche exudes absence,
whispers secret names,
yields silence.
Intimidad.
Fingertips touch.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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someone es en su casa aqui no??
Another tender loving poem written from a blessed and loving heart.
Gracias Muchacha
Not hard to see where they get their name from when I read your words. This really creates an atmoshere of want and sexuality for me- starting with "querido frenetico". Strong and sensual. Thank you.
*therm off
....as the whole series has been....didn't I read IX already, or is it just too early to think?