In my desire I keep the seeds of your resurrection / Gocho Versolari, poet

I found you in the thicket
almost naked;
With the face to the sky.
Three eagles crossed the distant sky.
Three birds sang to you
from the brand new sycamore.
I knelt by your face and you didn’t wake up
When I whispered the melopea of ​​desire.
(In my sex
in my desire
I keep the seeds
of your resurrection)
From the caves of the ancient gods
I undressed and lay beside you;
my body,
my fingers
they tested the softness of your nipple,
the deep whiteness of your feet.
The day raised columns.
The afternoon spilled canaries,
tempered loneliness,
and melted the icicles of fear
in the interlining of the frond.
naked woman:
I loved you in silence
with an army of children, wraiths and dragons
until you murmured in my arms
and your hands clenched my head.
Night rushes like a laughing child:
on the horizon
the flames of pain go away
and the world we expect
 It explodes between your legs.
I squeeze your heart
and when released it rises
and throws his handfuls of frost
in the center of the sun




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