At times I remember your naked image,
In the vacant night.
your weightless body opens
and I embrace my own lie.
So I resumed the blood
tensing the sleeping flesh
My fingers tightened, lovers,
A deep compass of caresses.
Within
I'm burning for you,
I fall apart (spill out) without you
And am born dead.
My hand chased solitudes
taking your precise form,
The skin I made in the air
receives a tremor of seed.
A still fatigue I spread,
your image is deleted immediately,
Filling me with an absence of hunger
And a sweet heat of saliva.
Within
I'm burning for you,
I fall apart (spill out) without you
And am born dead.