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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”
— Kait Rokowski
There are kisses that make a mark in the deep feeling of the gut, like the footprint of a slender gazelle … walking weightless, in the soul!
There are kisses that protect desires and that burn like infinite madness … when the lips “become prisoners” devoured to the grave!
There are kisses that make blood and bleed out in a suicidal act, as predators “in trance”… capable of taking you to the moon!
There are kisses that shelter larks and landscapes of red hell fly; where petals and spores emerge … of the vital flower of feeling!
There are so unsuspected kisses … that open doors of deep lust, composing “senses and states” That rhyme with the divine feeling!
-Ousía Poética (cc)
Hay besos que se hacen huella en el profundo sentir de la entraña, como pisada de esbelta gacela… caminando ingrávida, ¡en el alma!
Hay besos que amparan deseos y que arden cual infinita locura… cuando los labios “se hacen reos” devorándose hasta la sepultura !
Hay besos que se hacen sangre y se desangran en acto suicida, como depredadores “en trance”… capaces de llevarte ¡a la Luna!
Hay besos que cobijan alondras y vuelan paisajes de rojo infierno; donde afloran pétalos y esporas… de la flor vital ¡del sentimiento!
Hay besos tan insospechados... que abren puertas de honda lascivia, componiendo “sentidos y estados” que riman con la ¡sensación divina!.