You came to me at midnight, 

like a crime, like a fire bullet. 

Just when I thought I won’t see the sunset, 

just when I broke the glass and made a cacophonic memory…

You came. 

And made a glittering ring around my disbelieving eclipse. 

I had to take you inside me. 

Seeds of a peach tree…and the pine bark, 

the steamy calamity of both. 

You undressed me, you found trenches inside me…

and I went breathless inside your ocean of breasts and mellow collarbones. 

The toxic smugs…the loneliness of a night highway…the benevolence of a defeated carnivorous, 

your eyes didn’t pretend and made me numb inside these lustful urban messes. 

Puberty was getting the touches of finished stars again, 

you gave me another poem in this land of currencies and pitiful socialism. 

Another day got subtracted from the immortal bunch.

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Photograph: Google.