[I hate the fever that alights on your forehead]

I hate the fever that alights on your brow

Like a woodpecker, but how nice

To find your hands in the abyss

I arrive and kiss all your lips

And how we stroll along the lane

And how we find ourselves among the bedding

And how I can’t finish loving you

Because you’re the reality I can actually perceive

The vibration that lights my senses

Because this is not a story with a beginning and an end

It's you and me

A galaxy expanding by millions of kisses

An organic sculpture of time

The bisexual body of the eternal

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