by Isabel Fraire
My love reveals objects
silken butterflies
concealed in his fingers
his words
splash me with stars
night shines like lightning
under the fingers of my love
My love invents worlds where
jeweled glittering serpents live
worlds where music is the world
worlds where houses with open eyes
contemplate the dawn
My love is a mad sunflower that forgets
fragments of sun in the silence
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