5636 Your bite in spring

Your white serpent 

Of sweet venom 

Slowly bites 

My equinoxes, 

And because of it, 

Spring awakens 

In my body. 

The balm of your kisses 

Soothes the premature 

Anxieties that assail 

My once serene gaze. 

Bite me with the slowness 

Of each of the sunsets, 

May your potion penetrate 

The armor of my epidermis; 

May you bathe with your suns 

And illuminate with your rays

My hibernating myelin; 

Let it flood every cell, 

So that the weight I carry 

In my chest dissipates, 

Emptying the anguishing trunk

Of all my damned sorrows.