Monday, April 11, 2011

Live Pinkies For Sale




NOT KNOW WHAT IT

From time you come to my house,
so much I go to yours

is opening a road. Jesus Aguado


The same water,
Although you can not lip
Drink twice. Luis Cernuda


What I do not know about you
me tell you: Sometimes
you what I never have,
sometimes you're all that I'm
.
What I do not know you belong to the waves
of watching the rain on a cliff.

What I do not know about you
sounds far

of all words that abandonment,
heard in the poems that I write.

What I do not know about you

another language that I can not learn,
not want to forget.
What I do not know about you
makes me write something: is the desire,
as the false friend,

the shadow that follows me in the sun while it lasts
.

I do not know why,
I do not know about you,
like someone in the heat of a night
dying coast wins and laughs,

is how you get the job ,

you take off your shoes and clothing,

path of the shower and I smile,
hidden in the water and soap.


(Desnuda you seem to light a fire.

in distilled water and solitude do not love.)


What I do not know about you
call it love ,
the way they say our tracks
when you leave the bathroom and chase you.
What I do not know about you
stays on this side of the bed

that awaits you get a night to stay
another and then more,
but you will not.

not know what you want to find
,
once again, with my long dreams.

What I do not know about you
blackout is a sweet I guess,

a house that I love and ours.

I do not know
you is the color
that builds
lipstick after every kiss you give me and do not give because you have given.

What I do not know about you

not recognize the taste in your mouth imaginable.

What I do not know about you
is the mouth that I never travel,

skin is actually the sound of your lips,

the same water,

though I can not lip

drink twice, where did the love
wet
name just a body closer question
and .

Love is a kiss that
there because you've left your mouth.

And I know that's true.
You know it's true. I have come to say:
What I do not know about you me going.
What I do not know about you,

the end of the poem,
you yourself.


has to be.

What I do not know about you
leave me alone.


I am all that you do not know.

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