When in my embrace, will review my kisses,
for accents stolen in a silver lyre,
illusions split to show me the way
but don't bother, as misapprehension comes to me.
When in my embrace, I feel your eyes
paths draw infinite, meandering
lying on your body to make you beautiful
but don't afraid to die of beauty infidel.
When in my embrace, I love to smell perfumes
of wild eternity of these moments without end
where, alone in the world, Adam and Eve, we're
but don't want any sad traitor of Eden either.
When in my embrace, I'll hear your silences
resound in my heart, learned from wandering,
wrap me in gold for the ecstatic conversation of love
but don't stop, 'cause wandering is my journey.
You've a cutting edge of diamond,
phantom evanescent, souvenir without tomorrow,
to caress you as cutting to shape jewel
as I'm full of you, but emptiness haunts me.
Honorable mention
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