… “Para que nada nos separe, que nada nos una”…

from the pool

from the pool

your eyes paint a picture with every beautiful green sight
while mine yearn for the oily red light of the desert
but your touch is tender

your fingers crush wild corn into the shape of the world
while mine sew scarves as comely as the dunes
but your voice is musical

your ears celebrate the rapid rhythm of city drums
while mine anticipate the ancient whisper of soft steps
but i can’t escape your scent

your nose leads you to fruitful gardens of endless bouquet
while mine breathes only memories that no one else remembers
but you taste of the future

your tongue shapes speech with passionate sweeps of affection
while mine is as dry as the sand but is now drinking anew
because i’m in love with you