your body is not white, nor black

your body is not soft or hard

your body is a field

with fresh grass

it's sunny sunrise

it's the warm touch of the sun

the breeze rises firmly

like your breasts

the flowers open

these are filled with colors

with dark intensities

they hide behind the invisible mantle

of the fog

each flower gets to fly

spreads smoothly

like the curvature of your body

I want to reach the end of the road

where the raindrops

cooling the flame

hardening the stem

that is stuck to the petals

stuck to sweet flavor of the petals

lubricating and wetting

with the serene of the morning

deriving the beginning or the end