In December
The stars of my light
May fall into a thousand light years
Of darkness, fragmented and solitary.
I will sweep the dust of my love
Into the galaxy of abandoned regards
There it may remain a pang
To beget another planet of life;
A God with a new face!
Tear my lust off its skin
To wrap it in new clothes of passion.
Where is the fragrance to shove off
Blood-stained humiliations?
Silence of sky, you spread
Above the green smiles..
When can I have them
To wear in hot days of passive prayers?
When I die
The mob will hold a star
Without edges, to bury me with..
And you will later find
A star to remember in all Decembers....
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