I look for iridescence
In one word
to return
the only truth
to my being and
in the colors of love
When we make love
with the bodies fused
Those meanings
they leave us a dissimilar taste
They whisper to us
in the heartache of passion
The only possible sensation
before the awakened fragrance
in the privacy of the night
Sometimes
the symphony is missing
to announce the setting
in act and words
Sadness invades
The body represses emotions in the face of purity
of an unreached truth
Hatching of the soul
to be only content crying
Rage of not living what is desired
Heartbreaking different cry
of who drowns in tears
not feeling that arise
that today could not be