Wet in Duel

You restore action in my odes

making adjectives emotions;

feeling of sweet boil you slide,

when you take refuge in my secular.

I hope that moment for both of us,

one that combines one here;

moment where the bellow of the echo

triggers his panting.

That instant where the memory

shipwrecked in desire;

energetic moment no less than eternal,

face to face, wet in duel.

High, interwoven

imitating the modest rhythm of fruition;

I shake you thick, flat and infallible,

in the background, the music falters in suspense.

Submerged out to sea the waves break in fire;

burned by the vehemence of Ayabaoñi,

my voice is drowned while you ride my neck;

Fingers between damp hair announce the moment of your arrival.

You approach slowly, time stands still

you surround tightly compressing you

to your soul, mind and being;

without limit I always live you deep, suddenly lucid.

Harmony lengthens perplexed,

admiring the edge of dawn,

and I always rescue words,

creating, to brew coffee and dedicate my mornings.