The moan is released
From the back door
Of my throat
To take hold
In my tongue,
The sigh is unknotted,
The panting ascends
And descends through my neck.
Like a bitten hook,
A fishhook that,
Thrown as a morsel
To the famine on my way,
Forks the path
To love and passion.
I lose will
Before the majesty
Of your presence,
I am the subject of the beauty
That you make me live.
My tongue touches the flesh
That envelops your flower,
I live the ephemeral flash
That illuminates my reason.
A ray that tears
My seventh heaven.
Musical notes of pleasures
Suspended on the threshold
Of all my dawns.
My tongue is
A rejuvenated flower,
A petal that is nourished
By your spring.
I let myself be carried away
By the currents of chance
That spring from your chest
In the form of heartbeats,
I see your shooting star
Crossing the firmament
While we leave
Simultaneously
A trail of hopes
And redeemed dreams.
