Not A Vulgar Tablecloth Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Not A Vulgar Tablecloth



my love my clouds

So soon it rains

The sun eclipsed, and you cloud are like dew, like rain

not sun, burn endlessly like my rage which i scrible here

i wanted to suport union not separation

clouds rivers meadows and sun

the theatre

A dignifieed apoteosis

worthy of the gardens of babylon

with the wisdom of fields of wheat

and excesssive caressing

sating
relating
skating sensation of a ray of starr

silable of serenade

I revered you

i loved the real you

what became of you

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