Because the whole is postponed from yesterday to later,
because I break the hunt, and again I despair,
Before dawn, everything but your body.
Because nothing is my everything if there is nothing with you,
because time is round and forgetting is another way,
I do not understand your eyes, and your voice guesses.
What awaits me tomorrow, if I wake up in bed,
with the sun on my face and my desire with you.
I'm going to put together the window, to drown the senses,
and let calm come, to give me relief.
Poque sometimes I live in the smell of your clothes,
because I travel slowly, from your bed to your things,
as looking for the step, that I return to your mouth.
Everything loses its light, bucandote in it,
and the center is you, a burn.
Because you're on my forehead confusing the hours,
because you turn hilarious from light to shadows,
You are confusing everything, when a verse names you.
When a verse names you ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)