I need to love you

Why you show up at me,
as thick fog in my days of tragedies,
you slip slow on my skin...                                                                                                                              

Between caresses rampant,
with desperate kisses...
With tenderness excited,
because I go after the rays of your eyes
and silk of your hair.

I give you my words of love,
my recipe of poppy...
play in exile... I, need to love you...

I see your face liable in the cross of my path.
front the empty gaze of the intangible
your subtle path, my bitter delirium.