2936 As if it were dicotyledonous plant

When you entered
In the porch of my house
With your own hand brandishing
The feeling that later I discovered
Was named love,
The sadness
I dropped it of my body
As if it were
Dicotyledonous plant.

Ii was removed
Of my body
The fatigue and the hardship.
Then it began
To be generated in my interior
This that now we name
Expansion.

What would happen
If the moons of your eyes
Disappear from the orbit
Of my eyes?

Then
And only then
Your body
It would extinguish
On the eternal flames
Of my delirious mind.