De Saul Williams

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you.

Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again – the first kiss of the rest of your life.

A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.


(Said the Shotgun to the Head). Imagen de Poemas del Alma

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De Saul Williams

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you.

Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again – the first kiss of the rest of your life.

A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.


(Said the Shotgun to the Head). Imagen de Poemas del Alma

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Óyeme así, como al descuido…

Óyeme así, como al descuido.
No te des mucha cuenta.
Quiero contarte que te quiero,
sin decírtelo nunca.
Quiero besarte suavemente,
como te besa el agua
de la lluvia.
Así, muy quedamente,
sin que escuches siquiera
su gemido.
Quiero que me ames
a pesar de ti mismo.
Que me ames lentamente
y enciendas todo el fuego
que arde en mí para ti,
definitivo.

Poema de Renata Durán.

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