Free Virtual Pokemon Worlds

A silent bustle sits on your chest

A silent bustle sits on your chest .
Right next to your flesh
the absence of color becomes almost obscene,
almost absurd, almost
balance,
almost dizzy, almost
like a journey without artifact
beyond desire,
tremor,
of memory, the pendulum
,
as if the mind could name
beyond the obvious
the image, the shadow
,
of spectrum
where the skin tattoos graffiti
jeroglafiados
of other times,
of other lovers,
of other bodies,
at the time that time stands still to appoint a vacuum

in your face,
of your smell, your fire

when words are no longer playing
letters hidden in your pores
deaths,
in your tears,
in your sweats,
desires as falling leaves on your breast
spelled into my mouth.