water balance on volcanoes,
the sun does not expel
Ix Chel free prisoner
signs your words embroidery, your kisses
damn scars,
with soul and water
unfinished walk with the vividness scalded
until
rhythmic silence breaks the continuous agitation
your shadows whispering.
And you slip, with no resistance after the eyelids
peaceful sleep
where ephemeral traces
mild forms of my breath.
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