A lump of meat. A heat released and attaches to my own entrails. Sea breeze. Waves beyond, and flatten it enmoronan but come, redondeantes, to sea. Body soft, sweat and undulating. Water from a source that is not mine but it runs up to my breast. Water. Trickle of water, small river stone, quetzal feather.
've come. Llegaste
.
I see you grow, little water between the land is your land. And you laugh from me more open your depths, from this your clarity as water. And I'll cover, small spring, with your arms.
've come. Llegaste
.
It fills my body.
Happy second anniversary, Fernanda.
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