Federico Garcia Lorca

To find a kiss of yours

To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God — The stars blinded them one morning in May And to kiss your pure thighs what would I give Raw rose crystal sediment of the sun

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