5959 Like the meander’s curve

I see you 

Circling around me 

With a soft 

Purr; 

While you nibble on 

My tender leaves 

And my sprouts, 

You run your tongue 

Along 

The edge 

Of my fingertips, 

Like a stray 

Cat 

Letting curiosity 

Peek onto 

My balcony.

I understood that I was already 

Trapped in the trajectory 

Of desire, 

In the orbit

Of longing.

I had refused 

To interlace chimeras 

That might have consequences 

For my battered 

Heart.

However, 

With your crusade 

Toward my Jerusalem, 

You showed me through actions 

That dreaming 

Is infinite, 

That the spoken word 

Always returns 

Like a boomerang, 

That illusion is 

Circular, 

That your eyes and my eyes 

Make a clear match, 

That desire is 

Inevitable, 

Like the meander’s curve 

In the rivers that border 

Mount Aconcagua.