b a l a n c e

My tongue jumped, from freckle to freckle,

As if the space between them was lava

And the promise of your lips depended on its balance.

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Mi lengua saltó, de peca en peca,

Como si el espacio entre ellas fuera lava

Y la promesa de tus labios dependiera de su equilibrio.

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

Love how much you posted on New Year's Eve. Great stuff, too.