You must know that what might break us,
will break us open,
but my love for you is interconnected in loops,
in the vibrant strings of the wind,
in the sweet percussion of sunlight’s ray,
I am only reserved to the promise,
which I always endeared and take hold for you,
that we are fulfilled with our own intimacy,
and between us,
no one can ever touch this sleeping landscape of skin,
no one can love you as much as I do,
is it not so precious,
elegant and swarming with delight,
for such the man in me,
obeys the principles of warmth,
the humid elements of your breath.

There is nothing truly more repetitive ,
or usual or strange to me,
except for the fact that I may see you personally,
hold you closer to me,
feel you as the wind feel the warmth of a star,
I want that moment,
I want you to understand this,
I want you to gaze me like a rounded apple,
to bite or not to bite me.

All my life,
I have felt the nearest joy,
when I feel for the first time,
this hidden interest,
the emotions I can no longer touch,
in the slightest hint,
in moments that are reminiscing,
this gentle and sad face of mine,
in the lively tone of your voice,
in the surge of memories,
that anticipate all the love I can give for you,
I remain true to myself,
I remain lively and loud,
vivid to sense that what life can offer me,
is the quiet correspondence of affection,
your subtlety, your buoyant character,
knowing that I secretly love you.

I sense that,
I have a great deal to give:
my eyes, my lips, my body,
it is all there is for you to consume,
I want your arms with me,
the stars along the hills,
how dreamily I fog my gaze somewhere else,
just to listen to you talking,
desiring to hold you,
and this eagerness,
to come live where you are,
to ascend,
the unconditional movements of my heart,
flowing in your body,
like a dear fire in an open space,
like grains of sand kissing your skin,
like a flower sitting on your ears,
like a song taming your lips,
ah, just to nestle myself with you,
and into my naked hands,
I bring you the transparent serenity,
the blue sky in its untrammeled thought.

If you can only pertain,
or retrieve your sincere delicateness,
my love, with you,
for the rest of time,
everything revolves around us,
swarms and adjoins together,
loose yet holding,
and there again a bright star,
is a sign of our existence,
under its lowly light,
our shadows touch,
and here like hope,
like a cordial bow of a blue mannequin,
I bring my love to you:
kind, persistent, naked like an alabaster jar.

Now, if you consciously seek me in prayer,
fold your hands and knees,
kneel with sympathy and stillness,
for there is movement in faith,
there is a banquet,
in the hearts that calls for wisdom,
and in the eyes of God,
I can see the great space,
a pebble resembling courage and hope,
I can see the doves,
I can see the mountains,
I can see the shining surface,
of love that is instilled in you,
and this love is a deep prolongation,
and today, I confess:
I am moved, I am happy,
I am happy that I found you.

I know the river runs dry after it has fallen asleep.
Death is not our alliance, life is.
So, between my arms,
you emerge like a hand,
and the way to celebrate it is to embrace you,
with long kisses on your cheeks,
because your heart is a garden of illumination,
plated with violets and lavenders.