bullfighter (matador de toros) #poetry

my dress is red

your heart is pounding

the passion of all matadors de toros

is bleeding from your arms into my veins

your eyes flame every soul in Salamanca

your fight is dance

your body burns

the bull is raging

flesh is cracking

roses from my hair fall on your wounds

stars are deaf

eternity is stopping

choking on my silent cries

now i scribble words in lonely Sundays

echoes of bullfights in Salamanca

in the bells’ tolling was our beginning

and in your fight was our end

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