I want to fly to the space,
somewhere close to you,
where your ear can listen to this madness
so we can inhale the pollen together
I want to taste those bittersweet lips,
filled with the temperature of doubts,
heavy and full of blood,
I want to take off your wings,
so you can fall half naked,
bursting into the rhymes,
soaking into the presence
of your essence,
I need you near,
where we don't need the air,
but the tongue and lust,
spiral of trust.
