In my old circus of emergencies

A bone crossed
Crossed in gullet
Dawned by laziness
Mat for new liquids that falls.

In the moment of kiss
When swallowing the saliva
Mine, in the time of fear
From the others, in the time of hope
In hesitating swallows or sure
The bone structure still continues exposed
By acid, by sea, in pungencies of sleeping people
In my old circus of emergencies.

In loaded cities, incurvated by heavy hours
Passed by inserts badly made
In sounds of internal winds sprayed
Of my hollow bones
All engaged in the loans
From jubilations of the kiss
In the moment that resists
A internal water
The human water that I so acquired
To put me back again then, in fire.