4979 The pulsation of desire

Outside the window the rain 

Falls and falls again.

In my temple 

The pulsation of desire 

Beats like a drum.

The smell of your hair 

Fills the space 

That the sunset 

Occupies in my sky.

We are hostages of the downpour 

And under its drops my pistils 

Resist the temptation 

To submit to your kisses, 

To break the old circuit 

That leads to perdition.

Outside the window the rain 

Falls and falls again.

In my temple 

The pulsation of desire 

Beats like a drum.