chrysalises of beauty her soft flesh.

sensuous fall

her words is

a melody for virgins

and

of nocturne purity.

most occult of the desires of his

lonely nights

in the intimacy of this erotic flesh

to be in vain

her touch slides into his skin.

curves of love can no longer wait.

the serenity to forget the cross of passion

is an empty despair and will not come as the

resurrection of his adamant flesh.

until silence turns love into his eyes.

across the bed with its sails unconsciousness

occulting bird rattle your heart

and lets the fall in my soul

unable under your sensuality

scattered on the field of  love

Behind the blue shutters comes everything

your breathing shivering beach and sea

tangerine body openings

i  am a clay pigeon

your touch brakes me back to genesis

of sin.

like the waves

of your flesh

and the kisses

of your second shadow.