How much do I owe you, my heart
for the absent affection that
naked and hungry
flees from my breast
in search of another love?
How much do I owe you, my heart
if the light rain of your passions
beheld in the nest of other lips
how a fragile spring
the vibrant firmament of other warm kisses,
returning to my womb
the tireless affection of
that dream you dreamed?
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