6023 Cosmograms of pleasure

I know that you trace 

Cosmograms of pleasure, 

Like someone drawing maps.

When you decide to anoint me 

With your caresses, 

As if you were enthroning 

The kingdom of your joy 

In the empty spaces 

Of my plexus, 

You will make me transfigure 

Toward an immense desire.

My body will become 

The support of your symbols, 

And i assure you that 

Whenever you wish, 

With your tenderness 

I will consubstantiate with you.

I suspect, with good reason, 

That our gazes function 

As an interface

To ascend 

The staircase 

Of delight.

I know that you trace 

Cosmograms of pleasure, 

Like someone drawing maps.