I'll make love to you...
I will make every part of your soul tremble...
I will strip your mind with verses of the soul...
I will touch your lips with ink from the heart, I will make you wet my pen with your lips, I want you to be mine a night for you to be reflected in my pages, I want to touch you with my words so that my hands are jealous Who are you and make you mine, I want to touch bottom to enter your heart, why have you made my letters become simple ink to the touch of your voice, I close my eyes because my heart is restless doesn't stop shaking what will it be
It will be that this is called beating, today I will leave you marked, you will be my slave because I will make the scripts be my strings, get ready because in your body will be written this story of love, between verses, rhymes and simple letters with Ink, so I'll make you love from the soul to be... mine forever.

he touched me
and my knees felt weak
my mind went blank
and I didn't know how to speak

Extend your hand, palm up
Silk - a long bolt of it,
unfurls across your palm
Cold on contact
And smooth
And smooth and smooth
Dragging a crisp wind behind it
As it falls away like a solid liquid

Extend your hand,
A gelatinous orb, almost sticky to the touch
But not quite.
Rubbery, resilient, responsive
Pulled under the weight of gravity
To bulge and droop over the edges of your hand
When you drop it, it hesitates as it lets go.

Extend your hand
Feel the weigh of a solid masonry cube
The greyest concrete
Each crenelation of its surface
Like a dry-skin pore
The corners and edges hold their shape sharply
Dragging fingers make a rasping sound
And a ceramic-like ring as it slips from your hand

Extend two hands together
Like to catch a stream of water
But instead you cradle
A tired and content weeks-old kitten
It adjusts its position, and curls up
Content with the warmth of your hands
You feel the soft, purring of velvet fur
It feels implicit trust, warmth and security
For its always-pending next nap.