3503 I felt soft deep inside

I don’t know how
But a horde
Of army ants
Founded the path
To the absolute concavity
Of my stomach
Today.

At the beginning I think of them
As wandering
And now
They threaten me
With becoming
Stables.

And they are
A tickling
Battalion,
Marabunta of impulses
Effervescence
Of pecking,
Shock.

I gave up easily
To the firm harassment
Of your look.

I felt soft
Deep inside
As the walls
Of Troy,
Nineveh
Or Jericho
When you displayed
As if were
An iridescent
Catalog
Your smile.

It happened when you said,
With omnipotent voice
As if my heart
Were Lazarus
In a cold cave:
Come out!