Nymph compasses
By Nels Silva Urra on
The dove took flight, en route to your meeting
the Milky Way
confused their wings as the stars danced around.
Compass
time was surrounded by instruments
were the signs of the Zodiac, in search of Libra.
Aries with Gemini, gave no respite. Mariposa
sidereal hills beauty infinite space
nurturing memories in my arms, waiting for you. Clothes
my shadow, away from you, vague and endless walks
your wings Cover with old spray of flowers without pollen
invade my white hair and get tangled in my dreams. Leave no wake
the mysterious journey of yesterday, your kisses.
Moon
watches his hand under the heart, perhaps in the distance
is throbbing with each beat
and groans continue your skin Naughty
delivered to
sensual caresses of my hands, which today can only touch the
is still needed to be done ...
Write to
with the soul.
SECOND PRIZE
THRESHOLD D DESTINY
For Grechko Le
and Maldonado
infinite window, while
ábresele intimate stalking
of refuge
expected
univ ERSO, halo unveiled his chest
bird
belly on the edge of his journey
of transferring your skin moments
fill it in her arms, her soles
laughter and whimsy to your moon shadow
Tejel a touch of wing feathers
undress in silence,
wake her cold white cloud
unveiling of his dreams,
dressed when nostalgia
shut up and sailing his absence, the clock
gr avita moon in her eyes tracing
memory, to look
THIRD PRIZE
time curve in
For Morus
Staying
time curve
memories walking slowly, drinking
sleep from your eyes
feathering wings of desire. Hands
repeatable sound messages pigeons, blood flowing
forward slowly consumed in your fire.
Linked
intangible space stripping the soul to meet,
remember treading in the footsteps of
thoughts going through your skin.
A dream of closed eyelids
a groan drowned in the depths,
stars who gravitate
time a poem that involves desires.
HONORABLE MENTION
By Francisco Romero Diaz
Time freeing my beloved
enclosed oracles. Zodiac Pendulums
the guard at the palace of eternity. Run
minutes, take swift time,
to drag behind it a day and rush
weeks and months into years
for my muse will be free.
Women, owner of my caresses,
looks at the sky, you see my ambassador
with golden moon in the bright sky,
he takes you the song of my love,
thousand kisses on her wings and its really eye
tears in the waiting watered my soul.
free time
loved me that even in old age,
or death beyond that woman ...
nest in my arms.
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