Yen
Fell in the mouth the tast e there of what I don’t had had and in the crazy yen in what the heartbreak live I try…
I don’t know you …don’t meet you …
I feel always I loved you and me benumb
When hug me is the cold and by you don’t pass the raving
What flavor have your kiss ? Taste blood or pecan walnut?
To each night I desire you and insist and burn
and wake lonely each moen…
*version devoted JFernandes “Arte Condesa” Book “Retratos” – page 43