I feel you like raging waters,
embracing me with whirlpools
that taste like tears...

caught between the palms of your hands
you squeeze out the thorns
of the roses that once stung me..

And I think I hate you
for not leaving me,
for teling me to stay...
there, where your breasts catch fire
where your mouth speaks in whispers
and your heart races with the rain drops...

And I know I love you
when you most hate yourself
for bringing back memories
disguised in unmaterial puppets...
quite a collection
of expressions and moods,
dreams and nights full of daylight...

I feel you, no near me
but growing within
and extending as the fog
of an early autumn...

breathless, inside your love
I die in seconds and revive for more,
an endless circle
of diving and then admiring
your blood red shors.

And I take a sample of your lips
every time I kiss you,
and then curse my lust
for wanting me to keep you...

And I vanish again,
under your skin,
I run free all over your body,
as a trembling, as an unstoppable sin...

then silence comes, to awake us
from this delirious game,
you are consumed and alone,
I am empty and gone...