Since the sunrise
And the pink moon of your flesh
Shines in my memory,
I begin to travel
The highways of desire,
In a trance all day,
Like the tightrope walker
Walking a tightrope,
Like the longing surfer
Waiting for the wave.
Like a funambulist
Walking on a taut wire,
I bite the anxious nerve
That beats me on each side,
And I know when you manifest
Your form and figure,
Dazzling as the ten thousand virgins
Or the lightning before Saul of Tarsus
Inside my empty bowl,
It will begin
The mana blooms.
A prodigy will embrace me
When full of joy
I jump from the pinnacle of the temple
Into your pleasant arms.
