...De todas mis heridas

Open the way with your claws
and devour the life that flows
from all my wounds.
You can be sweet as honey and roses;
decide to smother my loneliness
with the warm scent of your fortune.

Salt drops burn my gaze.
I used to dream beyond
your cruel ways,
and still, I keep moving forward.

Open your claws
and guide my will with your thorns.