Time of the observatory

The endless motion of planetary spheres
Fingers playing with paths of vapor trails
Droplets falling on a fateful body gracefully
Under the mythical blanket we discovered nudity
Shivering but keeping still a trace to surrender
Filling the gaps of photographic memory
Posing for the night some silhouettes of negative
A flash of light was the day of a morning dream
Standing alone on some black and white squares
Regarding us important pieces of the scenery
While a game of chess surrenders to infinity
Internal species battle- bees breeds of smoke
Satyrs on a cyclic dance at the feast of sadness
Tiling the clouds cheek to cheek roses and kisses
A wish at dawn these lips will come to swallow.


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