suddenly your lips, pulp, juice, the sun, fire, and ecstasy

thirsty to taste them, satisfying me with your innocence

of the enormous sensation of soft and sweet love

still with precise touches going up

to go down without warning attacking with poetic phrases

to the feeling of the hearts

of hot skins, of love verses

of the desires that intertwine reality in sighs

in private, dinner, apple, fine crust, the way of languages

without fear of the shake, of the height, of the door frame

on the table the smooth, the postscript between rhymes

with the burning key, with sharp steps, to the rigid bone

to the padded sympathy

for the buzz, a narrow retreat

for wide, straight, and accurate progress

to erotic poetry, to the sublime of romance

on the edge of a love affair

to the sensuality of a promise