Acaso

Perhaps a glance will be enough for me
To look at you and find a word:
Nothing

Your nothing with mine among things
Two infinite silences saying
Joining mouths
Opening the taps
Let our smoke flood the bedrooms

May time not depend on hours
May only heartbeats rush us
Burning clothes
Sweating thyme
Naked, communing with plaster

Losing oneself in a fever without memory
Let no one rescue us from instinct
Breaking parodies
Shattering
Remnants of an absurd ceremony