as if not knowing one of the other,
savages
with blue painted bodies,
we love each other clandestinely.
fingers
tired of searching for moist lips
tremble
over the salt plantations of the skin.
through a hormonal being of the caves
your watery images run down.
our veins,
altogether so many confluences in the wizard’s needle.
i see my shadow dancing in the fire of your hair.
we love each other with
teeth and claws.
we live the same blood.