Alma  Gêmea

E  se  acontecesse                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Calaria  tua  boca                                       num  beijo  ávido                                                                                                                                                                                                              Livre  de  todas  as  concepções                                                                                                                                                                                                                              te  envolveria  num  amplexo  cálido Abriria  meu  corpo                                              e  aqueceria  o  teu                                                                                                                                                                     Faminta  e  arfante                                                                                                                                                                                                            não  obstante  amedrontada                                                                                                                                                                                                como  quem  profana                          matéria sagrada                                Nossos  corpos                           extravasados  de desejo                                                                                                                                                                                    se  confundiriam  relutantes                                                                                                                                                                                            Espaço  e  tempo  seriam                                                                                                                                                                                                            apenas  números  inconstantes         Apagaríamos                                                                                                                                                                                                                              improváveis  diferenças                                                                                                                                                                                                                e  nos  condensaríamos                                                                                                                                                                                                      diante  de  nossas  crenças                        Se   perdendo                                                                                                                                                                                                                 num  emaranhado                                           de  prazeres  singulares                                                                                                                                                                              E  se  encontrando                                                                                                                                                                                                                                no  perfeito  encaixe  acidental  de nossos  paladares                                            Já  sentindo                                                                                                                                                                                                                        os  êxtases  máximos                                                                                                                                                                                     minha  Poesia,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   te  apertaria  com  força  entre  meus braços                                  Entorpecidos                                                                                                                                                                                                                             por  um  febril  carinho                                                                                                                                                                                                                 quase  louco, doentio                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Com  uma  paz  intensa                                                                                                                                                                                             ternura  imensa                         Dividiríamos                                                                                                                                                                                                                               o  mesmo  espaço                                                                                                                                                                                                             no  silêncio  filosofando                                                                                                                                                                                                                          compenetrados                                  na  única lâmpada acesa                                                                                                                                              Docemente sonhando                                          às delícias da certeza                             Depois                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    mais  um  beijo  longo                                                                                                                                                                                                    ansioso, apaixonado                                                                                                                                                                                                                    E  um  delirante  desejo                                                                                                                                                                                                                          de  amar  e  de  ser  amada

Alessa David