: Sobre Ruivos Rubros Desejos

Brota um querer
               singular
                     pelas veias a circular
                             :grão de desejo
                                    nas veredas de ti
                                                a germinar.
                                     
                                              Grão

                   Nos cabelos
                                 traz
                                      o poente

                       :ruiva chama
                                    flamejante
                                               faz saltar
                   :sobressaltar
                                  o desejo
                                             até então
                                                         silente
                                   :oculto
                                           em trança
                                                       fulgurante.

                               Eu (?)
                                    Desta vez
                                                trançado
                                                        em tua tez
                        sou mais
                                    que mero
                                                figurante
                                                            audaz
                  a sorver
                           :absorver
                                      grão a grão
                                                    de teu prazer
                                                                    voraz.

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