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Tonight a kiss
My head a bird’s egg
Nestled deep in your Mayan
thorax full of caged desires
My hands weave course
invisible hairs of your chest
My body stirs
giving your soul its room

I fall asleep
in Dali dreams
Wishing your lips still consumed me alive
Wishing the fire burnt bright
Wondering if you really enjoyed me
As if my eyes weren’t moist enough
from the last farewell
I order a retreat of memory to its furrow

I kiss goodnight
the cold side of my bed

E. Andrade, “Forbidden Words,” is one of Portugal’s most famous poets. “All is fire, all is desire.” –EA