Peligro de Incendio

There's a back looking at me
There's a neck being caressed by me
There are eyes that know nothing
There are lips that, at dawn, will say yes to me

There's a full moon in that neckline
A pupil fixed on the excitement's cape
There's a clock that always strikes five
There's an ant jumping around my pants

There's an idiot dancing with her
There's another tongue licking the footprint left by her foot
There's a key, a hall, a staircase
There's a sin that I don't know what I would give to commit

There's a motorcycle they're selling me
Hips demanding imagination from me
There's a heel, a butt, a knee
There's a laughter tickling my heart

There's a fire hazard tonight
In the back seat of a car
A couple is burning on the third floor
I won't be the one calling the firefighters

There's a poison resembling it
There are stockings hiding, offering, denying, giving
There's a pout, a maybe, a pose
There's a skirt lying to me: You won't take it off

There's a regretful zipper
Where the hell is the damn light hidden?
There's a hand, an arm, a shoulder, an elbow
There's a mouth saying everything without a word

There are lipstick stains on the pillow
There's a janitor who hasn't seen anything if you give him two thousand
There's a glass being emptied
There are fingers taking off my gray jacket

There's a freshly cut phone call
An obscene graffiti in the bathroom next to the bidet
There's an absurd cross on the bed
There's a mirror on every ceiling to see oneself upside down

There's a door closing
There are breasts getting rid of the bra
There's a hell waiting for me
There's a bed soaking with our sweat