premiere I would think that your words to me, and not
think it is jealousy that speak through my mouth,
you know that was never possible
our fiery depths.
Sometimes I imagine how you listened to others what they thought
,
how they stirred the soul on your lips cinnamon.
I can almost feel for them,
enjoy their looks as you enjoyed one afternoon.
not know if someone was like me
or perhaps I should say,
if you had as I had,
sliding my hair between your knees while
, and owner,
reposabas your feet on my back
and was, at that time,
absolutely yours.
And I think, naive
and very, very vain,
that was your last lover,
the last and first loved you in your dreams, your last
prey
your tamed wolf,
your black dog.
( of Verses black bitch, ed. Sial, 2005 )
Image: Masao-Kanemoto
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