Dentro
Luis Eduardo Aute
Inside
Sometimes I remember your image
Naked in the empty night
Your weightless body opens
And I embrace my own lie
So my blood resumes
Tensing the sleeping flesh
My fingers tighten, lovers
A deep rhythm of caresses
Inside
I burn for you
I pour without you
And a dead one is born
My hand chased away solitudes
Taking your precise form
The skin I made of you in the air
Receives a tremor of seed
A quiet fatigue spreads me out
Your image is quickly erased
An absence of hunger fills me
And a sweet warmth of saliva
Inside
I burn for you
I pour without you
And a dead one is born
Inside
I burn for you
I pour without you
And a dead one is born
Inside
