Eu não posso encostar meus lábios nos teus,
sem trocar significado. Eu não posso te devorar pela boca
sem te deixar algo meu. Tamanha periculosidade, a do beijo!
do deixar rastro de ardor pela pele percorrida,
do deixar mordidas
profundas o suficiente para me atravessar a carne
e encontrar-me em minha alma, ferida viva
-Alana Marroquim, Set. 2019
I’ll be your eyes, taking all the world in, when the darkness behind your eyelids feel dull and lonely
I’ll be your legs, running as far as I can, when you’re stuck in this bed, in this house, where once you left footprints of hope on the entire floor
Exploring the world scent by scent, I’ll be your lungs when the ones you own have failed you in life
And finally, your heart. The last one to give up on you. It will live entwined to mine, where I’ll live fully for the two of us, till the end of times.
I’ll be you, you’ll be me, and together we’ll turn time around.
-Alana Marroquim, Sep. 2019
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