Maga

A few gray hairs adorned your hair and
Your pretentious walk moving your hips, like the
Lady from that novel and such a green gaze that your black fleece
Seemed like a vintage, excuse my clumsiness, that spill of beer that almost
Wet our whole table, prejudiced by nature, I almost thought ill
Because of how insecure you were about your beauty

The night is just beginning you said
And jokingly we ended up at the part where you undress
Your eyes seemed like fire
Maybe because of the hunger you had for me plus what you smoked later, my fingers
Strolled over your slender perfect body
That seemed designed by architects
My hands roamed over your slender perfect body
That seemed sculpted by some master

Your panties were the only piece of fabric and
You asked me if I thought you were a loose woman
But I never saw you as a loose woman but as the magician
That Cortázar described in Hopscotch and
It was all worth it, I thought, as I kissed the scar on your leg
If I called you crazy, remember, I'd rather be loved by a crazy woman than tied up by a rope
It was a true pleasure, to see you walk so seriously from right to left
And it was ineffable to lose my sense of this world being between your legs

And you and I, you and I, you and I
We must have been lovers in our past life
Only that would explain the symmetry of the sporadic day
When we made love
And you and I, you and I, you and I
We must have been lovers in our past life
Only that would explain the synchrony of your pelvis with mine
When we made love