Jugo de Lúcuma

Lucuma juice
Dripping on me
Bronze table legs
Already walking

Burning they are
Barely alone
The spheres
Waiting for her

Lorena sleeps
Lost her shoes
Stains of rouge and blood
Prevent seeing her

Light arches
From that night
When I drank
From her lucuma body

I'm going to miss a song
And no more
Since I found this one
In your bedroom