Surrender to passion
of fire,
burns, crackles, screams, sobs,
kisses and hugs.
The skin speaks in your name,
melts and returns to its shape
burns and is reborn as grass
of the field, blooms and perfumes.
I sing to your skin, to your ways
What a transit, I chase you
and i find you
I adhere to your fire
I burn on your lips, she crossed with you
the threshold of the night
...refuge, lair, cave,
pieces of shadows move
with the wind from your hips,
engraved rock poses
on the adobe walls,
between the taquezal and the clay
your body regenerates
phases of the moon on your skin,
I have seen in vast night
where the roof of stars
surprises us, in fleeting flashes.