BrunetteLopez

Welcome to my personal space.

To take root in your bosom

To root myself in your chest, with every heartbeat Sow me in your arms, fertilized with caresses To curdle a sweet love, syrup in your mouth Water with my hands your trunk-man, mine alone To be born in you every night Scrambled in branches, leaf litter and fertile soil: a mass of flesh like coiled selty honeysuckle Germinate for you every one of my early mornings Wrap me with your sad green smile, until it disappears and becomes a loving fertilizer of a love story, ours, made of sun, light and earthy blood

You are

You are the portion of you in me, in the hole that our bodies cannot cover, if entangled they cohabit in a mass of embraces The infinite wrinkle formed in the sheet of our skin, the scattered curtain that floats wandering between the moans of a wounded animal The light of the alarm clock that flickers winking at the loving death, a drop of barefoot sweat that smashes on the ground, settles on my feet and evaporates The same wood forged in alabaster candied with the smell of cinnamon and mint, the rusty latch of old tricks, the mote of dust that frays into thousands of floating lights, motionless in the gravity of a faint reflection The picture that hangs at the headboard; Sinuous and reptilian hanging from hugging tulips The corner of the stained-glass window crack that lets out fluctuating swings of light: white opals that crash against the wall The narrow mattress that screams its unstable existence, the electric lamp that casts Chinese shadows and esparto grass You are the very room where, devoid of your particles, the alchemy of our bodies takes place

greed

I greed your body, your soft skin slipping on mine. Your skin: map memorized in salt Greed that tongue palpit on my ledge pumping leg inside: ritual-awakening of our instincts, shared saliva, unison effluvia Greedy your simple nakedness, the decay of breaths, our lost looks that are sought, your neck open to me, the fragility of that momentary ascension that moves us to the body of the other where we die, Again, in life, where we live for a moment, in death