Transcendence
Your half-opened lips
pair of nightingales
building their nest
your words
heavenly songs that
play with the breeze
your half-opened lips
warm and fiery
red and alluring
words that fly close and far away
to reach my soul like
two birds singing
of infinity, contour-shaped,
obscure and vague circle
forever indeterminable and
this is a command
this is obedience
this is the orgasm
this is Eros and
this is You
Libros Libertad 