In love there is nothing more than an October
the more beloved and more give up: the more you
undress me cover myself
more and more the longer I hide me spy.
And you know that more entanglement and will dazzle you
because more I am sidelined. Inside
enlighten me, the sun hidden away by
you kneel, mystical body.
me not chords. I'm dead in the bazaar
kisses. Ethereal, my kind
nor thy zeal to deter lovers.
But the more I undo
cloud over the earth and fire is the embrace
that the meat you want to keep me young.
Natália Correia
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