Catalina Bahía

Catalina had the routine
Of eternal twilight on her skin
Her region of sex in a corner
Her hectares of chest swaying
Catalina knew the plot
Of the sheet torn by love
She whispered the lyrics with her breath
And this song emerged
Lip on lip, on lip
And my peninsula
Kiss against kiss, against kiss
And your bay
When it's two in the morning
When it's four of love
Her pupils swing like porcelain
In circles of mascara and coal
Catalina of fire and nicotine
Waiting to start over
Deep puff that illuminates
The wide-open brown gaze
Lip on lip, on lip
And my peninsula
Kiss against kiss, against kiss
And your bay
The gaze on the ceiling of days
The ash on the floor of modesty
And her name wrinkled on a chair
Her last name spread on the balcony
Light the fire that matches
My hair, yours, and the sun's
A portrait of fire, Catalina
With the routine of a slow snail
Lip on lip, on lip
And my peninsula
In your bay...