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Me dijo "hacéme el amor
como si fuera la última vez".
No supe qué hacer.
Me descolocó.
Yo creía amarla,
era mi primera novia,
muchos años mayor que yo.
Y no supe si llorar, morderla o reirme.
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DIARY - ENTRY MAY 4
Walter Benton

You rise out of sleep like a growing thing rises
out of the garden soil.
Two leaves part to be your mouth, two tender seedleaves...
and your eyes are wonderfully starlike,
your eyes are luminous and soft as the velvet of pansies.

Darling, good morning.

Our arms are empty of each other for a moment only.
How beautifully you turn... your mouth tilts to let my kisses in.
Lie still... we shall be longer.

We need so little room, we two... thus on a single pillow...
as we move nearer,
nearer heaven... until I burst inside you like a screaming rocket.

Then we are quietly apart... returning to this earth.
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