Falou.

Distante are you.
Atrás de mim.
Too far from me,
From the words I hear you speak.
“Close your eyes, mami…” Falou.
You tell me of your love,
From behind,
And what you’ll do to me,
In Porto, da mar.
Endless sea, I hear you breathe.
Closer now, mi amor.
“Neshama sheli,” falou.
Looking out,
In between,
Your feet now,
I lean back into you,
And a breeze,
From Spain,
Across my face as you,
Move me, to look up at you.
Behind me, a moody blue, closer,
Falou,
Looking out, we, to a Portuguese sea.
You, me,
“Fazer tudo,” he speaks.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.
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