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luis-r-santos
luis-r-santos
The clarity of your breath lightens, inflames my lips of a thousand moonless nights. I want to kiss you while Spring is here. I want anguish and ice to melt. in my mind a kiss takes form. at first it flows with a murmur, ferments and I feel a river with mighty waterfalls.. a river snaking through a jungle of sensations with margins velveted by moss and blue grass.. ah, what a kiss!
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
the kiss
~ I am so in love with you! I feel it, I taste it, and say it as a herald of Love would! So in love with you, with your sugar coated skin of many naked nights! comparing you to a flower, to a rubi, to a queen, is absurd! I look at you with all my senses in a vertical mood. ***** to be seen. with the flag close to the sun. And if I sing, if the soul rises above clouds, if the wind comes with its flutes and mandolins, I will be carving the air, the air! a monument to your beauty! ~
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
in love with you
~ yes I believe that some words have a scent of their own. lips are petals? yes! your lips are petals of a song! your lips that turn dusk into dawn. ~
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
lips or petals?
* I feel borrowed from water, earth, air and fire. my roots spread in the way of the plow. ruin follow stem, corolla and perfume. whirlwind of murderous steel will come upon. skeletons of tomorrow will carry my pale colours on their shoulders, as crows carry on their plumage the last grains of day into the night. there's a marble garden waiting, stained with the faeces of time. there's no time for tears. only the rain is so kind as to refresh the countenance of solitary graves. (Luis R Santos) *
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
borrowed
* your lips disturb. often they wince and form the bud of a nameless flower. crowned by a veil of luxury they threaten to blossom at the slightest touch. what a delight to see them tremble like poppies when blown by the breezes of my gaze! your lips tinted with the most succulent red. sculptors of endless kisses. your lips steeped in mysteries. (Luis R Santos) *
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
your lips