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Motorcycle

translated into Spanighm then back into English...

motorcycle

you scared to me but I had taste of her memory
to seat to me behind you
in its motorcycle I think my fingers
I maintained
its waist.

and memory to watch my head in its shoulder in the rear view
mirror. and I smiled, because it was its shoulder as it felt me more
comfortable with you, I moved my head nearer its neck, smelled its
Colony, felt the heat to radiate of its skin.

you scared to me I tightened your waist every time I thought that you
must have used the brakes but still I seated behind you in addition, was
a good excuse to cling to you.


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This poem is also in the book OEUVRE.

Oeuvre


This piece is also in the book
Hope Chest in the Attic.

hope chest in the attic hope chest in the attic