Tu Piel

Your skin, your skin, your skin, your skin, your skin
Searching from the air.
Kissing your skin, feeling your skin kissing me,
a crowd of old news.

I saw it shine, I saw your skin shine,
so white it burned.
Looking for you, looking for you, looking for me
among the warm mist of the room.

Closing my eyes and hearing you undress,
hearing your bracelets.
And tinkling through the darkness
your hand passes and leaves a trail of light.

Light, heat, your chest is a garland,
I just want to soak my face in your skin, your skin, your skin.