KISS IN THE GRASS
The grass of your body
blooms from my south wind
Through the lashes you see my face
mixed with clouds
You a thirsty earth
I fire on the lips
We knit around ourselves
A fortress of grasses
In a storm of white
Red and black handkerchiefs
Your and my eyes
open and close
Music of movements and twilight
and noon comes when inside us
the fire sings its anthem
You will be back
with my sign in your body and soul
and as soon as you find my likeness
you will love another grieving for me
Vase of my flower.