Just For You
Let me take an instant from your hand, that instant is all life, all music, air to breathe from your breath to mine. Let me feel, because your hand with my heart is wrapped.
You couldn't hear me cry, but your hand got wet in tears, in my laugh that was reborn from the tree of your hand spinach.
That Petal does not anticipate your phalanges, as the day is going to intertwining the moon with the foliage. You take all the flowers born of anguish and your fingers are stained with lost verses.
What would I do if I didn't kiss your lips in my dream, if you didn't want to look forward to your I am a light that wakes you and disappears when you wash your eyes, and my taste is water, water that runs between my beloved fingers, dearly beloved.
Hand that opens with one hand a fruit orchard and cuts the summer bunches. Hand that I kiss in the wake, which is the dream, and sleeps next to me and away from me, go.
What do you know of your hand that leaves you when I call her nest that's my center?
What writing in me has your hand written?
Hand in your name and name with which you touch my poor pain, minimum sand.
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