Angel
The lonely body of the angel
envious of your soles
on the warmth of the August sand
hand longing to feel
the periphery of your mound
the lonely glance of the angel
envious of your thirst
when you grab the cool water glass
jealous of your insistence to dig
your grave knowing that
one day you shall perish
while he stands aloof at the far end
of the room glancing
you entangled with me
in an erotic oestrus
the lonely life of the angel
that against all odds
will survive tribulations
like his wish to roll down the sand dune
once exhaust himself in a delirious laughter
Libros Libertad 