FOOTJOB – Your feet awaken my insides / Gocho Versolari, poet

On a long night
like the flight of an eternal bird,
I’ve seen your feet go through mountains
and bleed in thorny fields
Through them, many times
Your body and soul liquefied
and they joined the water of the puddles.
Last night
time went on
in a symphony of auroras and fish
Under the world’s first sun.
were your newborn feet,
loaded with snow and sun.
Upon waking up.
you put them in my sex
with the anointing of a ritual
arcane,
covered with peaks and skies.
When your serene feet
they awaken my insides
there are songs;
there is a festival of effulgent mornings;
there silent newborn choirs
and a joyous joy
when baking our breads
in the strong dawn
of the time and of the light.

 

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GOCHO VERSOLARI

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