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Hand-delivered Vicente Aleixandre Vicente Aleixandre-

Hand delivered
Vicente Aleixandre (Sevilla, 1898-1984)

But another day I touch your hand. Warm hand. Your delicate hand
silent.
Sometimes I close my eyes and touch your hand slightly, light touch
checking form, which tempts
its structure, feeling under the skin winged
uncompromising hard bone, the bone sad
where never comes love. Oh yes, sweet flesh is soaked in the love beautiful. For skin
secret, open secret, invisible ajar
where warm heat spreads her voice, her sweet desire;
where my voice penetrates to warm your veins, to shoot for them
in your hidden blood, blood
as another dark sound that gently kiss you
dark inside, walking slowly as pure sound
body that resonates now mine, mine town of my deep voice, body resonated
oh my love, owned oh body oh body sound of my voice just possessing it.
So when I caress your hand I know that only the bone
refuse my love-bone man never glow.
and sad that an area of \u200b\u200byour being you refuse, your flesh whole
while comes a lucid moment in which total
Flames, by virtue of this slight touch of your hand,
in your hand very soft porous whining, your delicate hand
silent where entrodespacio, despacísimo, secretly in your life,
up your total deep veins where bogo,
where you people and full song from your flesh.