Quiero Ser

I want to be your worst nothing, your filth and your song
I want to be your wet dream

Your distilled rum and your bastard, I want to be your extinguished moon
Your extinguished sand and your mattress

I want to be your bank account, life insurance and your sock
I want to be your cat eyes, your silver Christ, and even your feet

I want to be a secret in your mind, your river and current
And the sunset

I want to be your stroke of luck, your hot blood
And even your alcohol

I want to be your stored hatred, forgotten grudge, and your passion
I want to be your present time, your water, your snow, and your sock

I want to be a caress on your belly, your moon, your night
And your underwear

I want to be your constant dream, your latex gloves
And your mattress

I want to be a mole on your back, a tattoo on your (lie)
And your profile