Altar (feat. Rozalén)

How will it be?
To stick my finger into the deepest part of your life
Licking away all the fear to heal any wound
And make you come, back to the present once more

How will it be?
To wake up tangled in your body on some Sunday
Your chest seeing the sky with no reason to get dressed
Taking a breath before starting over

Imagining
I have an altar to your deity
In my memory
And I have invented
Half a million stories
As if to censor

How will it be?
To see you return looking at me from some orgasm
That daily life and love sound like a pleonasm
Your eyes rolling back and your taste covered in salt

How will it be?
To become the intellectual author of your moans
Lying down with nothing like old acquaintances
Looking at each other with the desire to try again

How will it be?

How will it be?
To take you to a hell that Dante didn't know
That our heaven is made of a back and forth
And to be your watchman while you rest in peace

Imagining
I have an altar to your deity in my memory
And I have invented
Half a million stories
As if to censor

How will it be?
To see you return looking at me from some orgasm
That daily life and love sound like a pleonasm
Your eyes rolling back and your taste covered in salt

How will it be?
To become the intellectual author of your moans
Lying down with nothing like old acquaintances
Looking at each other with the desire to try again

How will it be?
That your desires are with me
How will it be?
To use my body as shelter
How will it be?
To deceive my destiny
How will it go?
This anxiety

How will it be?
To take you to a hell that Dante didn't know
That our heaven is made of a back and forth
And to be your watchman while you rest in peace

How will it be?
How will it be?
How will it be?