Who-man

by a woman   
or by another
an illusion of the futures

in the worlds that cross themselves
souvenir by souvenir

it is the fragrant tea
this sugar in my mouth

who animate my present
my desire to live the sky

this eternal horizon

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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