Do Beijo

                                                  A gota
                                                  última
                                                  Justa
                                                  fortuita
                                                  entregue ao sentido

                                                  Devorar-se...Arder-se
                                                  Expuragr-se ...doer-se
                                                  pelos males da carne
                                                  ou pelo bem das almas ?
                                                  Gritar ... invadir
                                                  sequestar o elixir da presença
                                                  intensa aliança de sangue
                                                  subscrita na pele
                                                  Do beijo , o que fere
                                                  é a ânsia do inteiro
                                                  o desejo do primeiro
                                                  até o mais vil impulso
                                                  de escutar seu pulso pela milésima vez
                                                  junto às batidas suicidas do meu coração

                                                      

                                                                  ( M. Almeida )

                        Amor é suicidio lento...o veneno que mata o "eu" na ilusão de sermos "nós " (by May)