Now I am a thirsty desert,
and you carry on your whole body
all the drops of rain and dew.
I need to see
the morning star shine
at my horizon line.
To flap weightless
like a hummingbird.
And let the gurgle
come out of my throat
in the form of strange words
that make me explain
the consubstantiation
of your tenderness
and how your kiss
is configured in the mold
of my harmony.
Between trills could I say
how the feeling is
embodied in my chest
every time I give you
my human heart.
Babble about the magical
Eucharist that becomes
when your body and my body
rubs against pleasure.
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