Crossing my skin

I will cross  the sand and open the craks

and the truths  of my skin

                                     will speak

You will return to the sound of the female

until breaking my lips.

you will put some leaves of the trees

as building a barn.

you will be there

suffering  what you lived

you will be

                 over  

                        me.

   

Your hand will be an  infinite river

flowing  in my blood.

Thirsty,

I will open my ways

until what unavoidable

you will be feeling  my body,

blessed

slept

as the life treated you

over me

                   sunken

                        in the ocean

sunken

all surrounded from my breast,

pubis, sex, thighs.