Anna Razumovskaya Lovers
Ascending
slow growing tide
foot lovers find and link sweetly
as trees move,
fulfilling their destiny of burned skin. Standing
are two swords fighting stubbornly to distract
death
lines are two rivers flowing into the moment that cancels the sealed
slogan of oblivion.
And if the world impatiently
is out of joint, bursts or dissolves,
lovers ignore it, just need
the song of his blood, his life
wet recovered in small battles and deaths
at each bounce.
- Flor Alba Uribe
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