Images Of Footprints For Tattoo

vent time,

you

to take only the best,

your warm presence

too cold in the empty

covering

the rest of my days.

A wall six

beyond which

not see,

on which I

climb and slide

between the plaster peeling

and wild grass

that fair

advances,

rib after rib

between your bricks

faded.

onyx eyes,

body jaguar

heart of pitch,

skin your gifts,

but the soul is fleeting,

the chase ,

t'insegui while, I seek

,

when you do not look for me.