I feel you in the compass of my veins

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I feel you in the compass of my veins,
in the traffic of words,
in the language of souls.
Little by little we become
in a debate between memory and oblivion.
In the offshoot steps
of a time sewn
in the naked skin.
Fate made us accomplices of calm,
its refuge and peace.
To kisses, to silences,
to concessions between dreams
and their friction under the sheets.