Mil Sueños

Drinking the water where you bathe
bleeding your wounds on my skin
I’d die a hundred times if I have to
of you, all that’s mine that hurts and binds like the air
that you take away when you’re not here
I’m waiting for a thousand dreams of you
a thousand sips of your drowned bitterness
still hungry for your skin
I’d give you my eyes if you lost them, a crown of thorns to bear for you
in my last breath, I only ask for your lips on mine
to doze off, to run away with you to hell
and in heaven, to kiss your feet.