I carry you on my lips, which can’t recover
from the wounds made by the sweet venom
of the taste of yours, when one thing or another
is trying their bond to riven.
But my conscience seem to hover,
in those moments we discover
own banned corner of heaven.

I carry you in my arms, when a pale ray of sun
teases us through the window,
from the whole world, we are remiss
and our joys merged into one.
With your hands around my waist:
a new day has just begun
and life dissolve its liquer of bliss
in my mornin coffee’s taste.