Whispers in the night / Murmullos en la noche

There is a whisper
tearing wind
profane gaze
loss in your body
a bizarre kiss
raising from your pores,
Love as breeze
pouring your tongue
on purple nights
of mist and passages
where their light tans
the dawning of lovers.
Hay un murmullo
rasgando al viento
mirada profana
pérdida en tu cuerpo
un beso bizarro
subiendo de tus poros,
Amor como brisa
manando de tu lengua
en noches púrpura
de niebla y pasajes
donde su lumbre dora
el amanecer de los amantes.

Gavriel Navarro© 2014

Photo: Chagall / lovers in the night

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