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And my pupils catch fire from the blush of your ribs

and the caresses of your shadows emerge

as I climb barefoot upon your greys

dancing melodies on the moon’s hidden face.

Beyond the clouds

the blues entwine from my breasts

laundresses And blue tits

unfurl

their trill swaying from your sex

tearing through the darkness that looms

in your wake the morning explodes

in suns of jubilationrRipping through its womb

Igniting my desire that you and I Know

in its nakedness it cloaks the sky

The moments

when an orgasm of reds, oranges, and violets

kisses me

setting the night ablaze

in my flight lifted by that white heron

that follows me,

in whose feathers I dress my desire

@María José Luque Fernández