Poem: Under the soft reflection of your touch

Sweet beer is the sun that intoxicates
Under the soft reflection of your touch.
Walking skin to skin
on the sweat that sweetens
The desire between the bodies.

As well as two that are,
but they are not, we learned
to play that look in the eyes
Like children of Parcheesi.
Forgetting bad illusions,
of the challenges of love and
Of the bitterness of money.

We dance in the riots
of that bike without rumo
in which life arranged us.

We roll again and again,
Like baseballs
Furrowing the sky
just before kissing the earth.

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