我 爱 你 (wo ai ni)
Kisses (do they have a flavor?).
De flavor of ur kisses,
in the guts of the wind,
inflated by de chant of your voice
surging ... like tide waves.
Refreshing de wounds of ur martyred hands,
scattering deir seeds everywhere.
Your dirty feet in the dark soil of the shore
under the wet sands and
the salt oil of the seaweeds.
Your prints stay soaked in the terrain.
Sand, toes, nails, water and kelp:
a paint of your body, a fresh print in my mind.
Feet, smell, lips, and voice
kisses, sand,
ground and soil.
You are a Man's Women.
a gal
a flower
a piece of sugar
a glass of noise
a fine wine
Cueva and burger, Sushi and fries
milk and wine,
Sugar and spice.
You are ever and mine.
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