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Little Boats

My heart is still
And beats with caution
Around the barbed wire of time
Afraid that every beat moves towards you
Afraid that every beat counts a letter of your name
Afraid this too will be history

And here we are
My heart beats illogically

When I hold you there is no time
Inside of me the seagulls pass
And flaming arrows of sensibility
Wind around me
When I kiss you an ocean roars in silence


The same ocean that carries you off
On little boats made of silver light
To a place where we only have the moon in common


G. Flores

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