FOOTJOB The dream of your feet upon reaching my sex / Gocho Versolari, poet

Nervous,
your bare feet collect dust
of grass paths. They tread dead
and cries of newborns.
Your desperate feet
they seek the dawn
underground.
They just calm down
upon reaching my sex,
when they listen to the jubilant symphony
of my monsters.
They just calm down
and they becoming singing feet
when they dream my sex;
when they walk naked,
on tiptoe,
the mists of the night
to get to the knockers
that I keep in my crotch.
In the sunset
my being concentrates on your feet,
soft, resounding
like the inevitable arrival of the moon.
in the little night outlined.
Your being concentrates on my sex,
fierce and tender,
calm in his anger.
Your feet sigh
they sing,
they fly
when they drink the sun
hot and sparkling;
when they drink the sun
warm, jelly-like and white
underneath my blue instincts,
of my steel doves.
Of my roses
made of salt, of breath
and of the dream of your feet

 

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