Shaving During A Genital Herpes Outbreak

in May that made the dora

In May that gild the harvests
and breaks through the chest of beauty
the bottom of the prose of my brain, you have everything in

which opens the anything you want;
anything you want inside, which opens to the
everything you have.
In this loss that is Life,
in May that made the dora
and blows your body in the womb of full sun

in this ocean
waiver in this abandonment mirages.
In May,
flashing and reaping the harvest

pieces of heart,
in this view, in
brillore
of Truth in the heat of his lie. In May that
dora the crops, in this atavistic
collection,
I got you.