You are the sun rays coming through my window in my cold cabin.

In the early morning. You are the sun itself on my chest. I melt under

you. As lava made by the volcano. And I travel all the way to the ocean

to recuperate my original form to make love to you again.

The cricket sounds loudly. Let’s take advantage of his symphony.

The blankets are warm as your silky hands. Your breathing burns me.

My brain is going places. My hands are doves caressing you from North

to South. And viceversa. The aroma of Flor de Noche tickles my nostrils.

Your hair is a night cascade of stars. Oh, love. How can I possibly say

such silly things…?

I…just…love you.

EO