Sacred and profane

A dripping on the fingers ...
It surrenders to sgelar Love ..
between your fingers all hope is on ...
in looking for you to stop eating ..
I dig into my soul with succulence .
the flaps of skin hungry ..
turned to madness ..
ready to mend dreams ..
to be accepted by your hands ..
instill a cantor music of sin ..
deep as the abyss ..
without seeking modesty ..
a love bold ..
wise breaths ..









































Among skin stretches and smoothes ..
the passage of your hard meat ...
who broke through the tortuous path ..
advancing towards you ... ..
filling that void ..
that remains on him ..
over time that swallows up everything ..
welcomed ..
in a
Sacred and profane..

© A.D.G.