I've been thinking about you all day

I'm afraid of rain and you get wet and it's not my fault. And i thought of your pubic hair in this guilt that haunts me to want to fuck you against the wall of your room while the dolls of your trunk of memories whisper to each other on what a bitch you can become even with that almost virgin face pulled by force from a geographical area that I have yet to invent. Afraid to wake up one day and I don't even know what to write to you anymore. To have to remind you that poet wasn't my job not even my favorite way to tease, Just another way to express myself when dreams take me your waist and your hips my name If it's with you heart I don't care make love in socks. Not even the last cigarette in the pack the wind of the west smoked it while you make my mouth a trench. Nor break my eyes against the glass of the glasses that keep you the eclipses nor be a rented guest for two caresses from the attic that flags your two thighs. If it's with you it's with me. You know that. And it's not me if you're not. Mine. Nor will I be without a us. More than dust. But if it's with you I don't care that collects my sighs for fascists or call my scars ridiculous names or you invent a shortcut that takes me from the edge of your lips up to your navel. I don't mind having birthdays if it's with you, nor let the sea peek into the bedroom, i dont mind destroying alphabets and invent a language in your eyelashes if silence makes a threesome in our bed. I don't care more than you in this life and I passed by your waist and i thought..... What better way to remember it. E. Perez Vallejo