Come Closer To Me You Myrtele My Love Its Better Than Being Separated Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

take me to the top of the mossy highest mountain
or to the forest

but my need my need

to savour and

til i am sated essential harvesting of that sweet joy

of fulfiling the senses search

cover me not with shame

but let the hand of the beholder lift me

to the feast

that thine torch should illume every shadow

the tree is full

REMOVE THE EVIL
FROM THE SACRED RIVER

ACCIDENT WITH GOD NO HUNTE ADMINISTRATION OF GOOD DIAMOND OF THE GIVING LOVED ONES NOT YOUR HATED ONES BUT THE BLOSSOMS OF THE FUTURE EUPHORIC ELOCUeNCE CARYING

KINGS OF THE CHEMICAL PARADISES

ON THE BORDER OF THE UNKOWN DESRT OF EMOTINS

FLACID ONE, PAWN OF GOD

TAKE A STEP BACK SIFT YOR MEMORIES, AND PICK YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWER
come closer to my warm body plesures unknown, i reveal myself i withold nothing i give my body to you to enjoy these earthly paradise. a land to be discovered,
i found joy i found you, i found love,
I have pasion for you give me your telephone number, before i go in the snow drift,
im on fire you better throw me in the water.burns for you, i accept you, my thirst and hunger are satisfied me who is not easily satisi give you rubies emeralds amathists, topazes, diamonds the hardest stone that survives the night, of lonelyness, in the shadows ifind your body travel all your corners, under the moon wahtever the jews havent sold, over coffee.
i told the truth for a while but this is not a familly its a wall i love your body your spirit talks as the white doves fly through the blue, burns a hole in the in the picture tapestry,
your spirit rises in the foam,
who has the keys to heaven