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*Wish I’d catch a blue cold star.
To play with her behind a glass heart.
Penetrating images of iced touch.
Wish i’d could picture dimensions,
new and old…
out of this time..
out of myself..
out of no one….
reaching my core,
removing the mirror,
of tears and love.
Did… have I told you…
how fire and ice do they burn?
Did have I told you…how light meets…
both the blue and the red?
Did have I told you about my magnifying eye…
that can get close to heaven…..and kidnap…
blue stars…pinned into the darkness….
like languid pores of orgasmic chasms?
the star crystallized energy,
has surrended to my intense pursuit.
And a batlle for a neat vision of my soul,
has started to warm my senses up.
“What you take from me… I may give you…
what you give , i will reflect.
in a given moment…
you will be the star..
and I … yourself.”
So this was her conversation…
almost a soliloquy…for I could not
submmit my heart… beating wildly,
while my fingers pressed some buttons…
in a mechanical way.
Trying to kidnapp the star….
I pinioned my own heart.
Both are now transfixed,
between time and space.
@ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2009 . All rights reserved