Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

seven poems

BriefAssociation The new phone directories have already arrived. Impossible to find your number. It seems your family has moved to another city. without your memory ruining it. I knew you at a time that was anything but innocent with wild lurches of tenderness. Lost already, you rescued my adolescence and possibly my life. You looked like an Indian scenting out furrows and liquid moods. It’s well-known that magnets travel swiftly attracted by bays of blood in circulation. On your lap, your hair covered my head and your hand breathed over my desire in a solemn act of shamanism. Ever since lying to us, you died without letters with an erect needle, vertical to the vein. I recall us, first love, we drifted in the sea, the starry sky a trawler, magnets that sailed waves, the poles of our affection.

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