About the picture...
The mind is not important. I think not.
Most importantly we feel hands.
Not objects the reflected light,
And the heat of the earth under heaven.
Fingers to the tree bark
The silhouette of the beloved object,
Edge hot Cup in the morning
Ribbed and brush strokes of the portrait.
Fingers draw on the wall
Leaving warm on the blue,
And, cheeks touching, as in a dream,
Wipe a trace of salty lines...
To blush, to bend shoulders,
The wrists, hands, woven with pain.
Fingers. In the other fingers go
And hug the palm of his hand.
A light touch, barely.
World - pea, fate - not the distance.
On the palm all my words,
And the fingers of my breath...
Agus Lex 18.01.2019
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