No Me Canso

I am naked at dawn
on this top floor with sloping ceilings
I don't know if I should go all in
or take a break in the bathroom

I don't have money for the train bound for your arms
I need air in the lung of the sky of your lips

The window has given in to the sun that warms me
and some sadness
There's no more alcohol left
I wish I were Christ at the Last Supper

I don't know if I should send you a postcard
tattooed with illusions
Or imagine a carnival with hints of your name

My heart drools aft
I don't know where my clothes are, I must have lost them
along with fear

I don't get tired of taking off my hat
When it rains to soak my songs
And I won't realize in this damn life that
what I want is to fill your corners

I don't get tired of looking at your face
I don't get tired of living on stages
And there are no more adversaries than you and me back to back
that love is three flowers that are watered daily

My pupils are always thirsty
and they are a vine on your back
all I want to see are the waters
that flood your ways
and all the tears are salt
from the evil of your secrets
and all the pages are wounded by your kisses

My heart drools aft...

I don't know where my clothes are
I must have lost them along with fear
I don't get tired of taking off my hat
When it rains to soak my songs
and I won't realize in this damn life that
what I want is to fill your corners

I don't get tired of looking at your face
I don't get tired of living on stages
And there are no more adversaries than you and me back to back
that love is three flowers that are watered daily