Lloro como el arroyo
Al llegar el rio
Yo muero
De amor yo muero
Te ame
Y al final de todo
Tu amor yo no tengo
Y nadie nadie te ha querido
Como yo te quiero
Me dejaste sola como el mar
Yo vivo como el aire
Libre pero sin saber a donde voy
Olvidame si puedes que yo no he podido
I’ll be you
Fingertips stiff enough to shade
Your exact face edible
Mouth battling the painted gesture
Distinctness you passionately possess
You darling trembling ever so scarcely
For this agreeable nakedness decorum
Clever moving to sun
Exhaling souls to sweetly
Rising leaping voices
Their clumsy legs
Hushing kissing silence
For my wrists seeking artist
Cross hatching your portrait depth
Landscape hand slicing curves
Framed poising us rain
Housing instantly intense
Knowing how many I love yous
God thrilled us ecstasy . .
Lush turf climbs over
Edging shallow puddles
It’s papery flamboyance
Drawing souls to roar
Where skin splits from the throbbing melody
Of a once heard song
The music kneecap imagination shouting instructions
Flowering veins with satisfaction
For having loved remembering it all with such amazement
Unfolding the stubborn spirit
In it’s joyous paralysis
Before the root death nights
Continually reenacting names
Where waterfalls fern in secret
Never doubting the muscled blossoming
For the motor heart singers floating trumpet vines
Malachite angels digesting perfect leaves
Merrymaking wind to moss wildly musing all of your Deities 
