Tus Piernas

Invaded dreams...
by a silent awakening.
Behind the uniform,
I feel the touch of your skin.
The calculator,
adds up days that go by.

Photocopier 27 more copies,
I pass, take a seat,
give me all your attention
while I rub my wallet
and feed the heart...
With your legs...

*Nylon leg,
white flesh, in blue
white leg,
water skin, your legs spilled.
They are your legs,
long bridge, all leg
it's not you,
it's your legs x2

I sign the promises
that invite me to die
and I see the calendar
tearing my skin.
The computer,
processing information.

**Communicative only in front of the switchboard,
all for the image
of the blind who see me
While I rub the checkbook
and feed the illusion.
With your legs...
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