En exilio

Estamos en exilio, naufragados,
arrastrados por las olas sin lancha
de amor, tomando leche de coco,
haciendo planes para nuestra venganza.

Te beso desde la muñeca izquierda
hasta el lóbulo de tu oreja escondida,
pronunciando palabras secretas,
buscando el mapa del tesoro.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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8 Responses to En exilio

  1. brian miller says:

    not a bad shipwreck…the hidden earlobe…ha…yes i think you are well on your way to treasure…nice intimacy in that….

  2. I’m pretty sure you will find the hidden treasure… ..

  3. Kenia Cris says:

    ahahah Björn’s comment up here made me laugh, because you know what, I guess he’s right. Keep up with the great work on your map. 🙂

  4. claudia says:

    def. sounds like you’re on the right way…. hmmm…beautifully tender

  5. Colin Morgan says:

    Sweet and to the point – well told. (Byr a melys ac i’r pwynt. Dywedodd yn dda.)

  6. This shipwreck seems kinda fun. 🙂 Really liked this poem. Especially the line, “haciendo planes para nuestra venganza.”

  7. Bodhirose says:

    Being in love is like being shipwrecked on an island…only the two of you exist…ahhh…

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