I love you and pull your long, red hair
to your white, thin legs
the nipples of your breasts inspire me
and standing
with steady hand
I drive the boat
toward the islands
where they throw piles
of bones and craniums of the dead
on the blond sand
of the shore,
a beautiful bed waits for us
the river reeks and
verdure surrounds it
(Indeed, you and I
existed there like running creeks
only that I
was an extra
idolizer
and punisher
of her)
Libros Libertad 