Winter licks our nakedness / Gocho Versolari, poet


Winter licks our nakedness
and prepare us a light white egg
so that our skin does not know the dress,
to keep you spilling into my pores,
drowning my evenings and my glands
Winter licks you,
locks you in, protects you
to look for you in the twists of the night
and penetrate your afternoons one by one
and open the beating sun
in your blue crotch,
in the dream of your entrails
in your deep clouds
and in your bread.




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