like a shell


I touch the soul
Split your heart
into small pieces
My regalamene one love,

the largest, brushing
the soul … to be your own
tear,

a drop of pearl in
in your blue sea …

Grazes the scent of
meaning that through me
the skin and blends with
yours…

Do you have a maze
sand whose grains are
lost among snowy buttocks
pleasure,

kissing my lips
Lotus, while I dissolve in
a fluid silence

like a shell
hatching in the wind ..

~marcello meo~

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