TELL ME IF YOU SEE ...
The bra, panties, the garter, silk
in which entangles
high day of my inner night. Sounds a bolero.
The dark and intricate
lingerie is like an open book. In the window, the moon
my nipples still lecturing
outside the aurora, and sa customs
white snaking alleys:
my legs are chords of a piano. Today
close the office early, I put
a chrysanthemum on each hand.
would you keep an eye on the neighbor boy,
water to put out the fire in the bedroom,
that I will mourn with envy Casanova.
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