3702 The well of happiness it is full of coins

The well of happiness
It is full of coins.

I’d like
That for the affection
My body and your body
Be as communicating
Vessels,
And that united
At the interior
We remain
From root to navel
Homogenized.

That no matter
The form
Or the volume
Of your heart
And my heart
Our chests
Swell
Of illusion.

That in a kiss
Eternal
Stuck
To the desire
We sail to the source
Of the passion.

And this way
When at the end
We finish biting
The last fruit
From the horn
Of plenty,
We can overflowed
Of dreams and melodies
To flourish as the mythical tree
Of life and hope.