running with the wolves

running with the wolves
of an exquisite vocabulary,
knight of the pen, guided
by the religion of music,
it springs up somewhere
in a spectacular ceremony

there, dreams don't frown,
because love's structure
is painted obsessively
about you, about me... both
in a white silence splendor,
dripping confidently... lust

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