You are that poem

that is writing itself alone

on the skin and within the soul

with unexpected beats

and the taste of You in my heart.

That poem

that leaves no regrets

but only sighs experienced

photographs of moments

scattered in and out of Me.

That poem

that writes indelibly

and makes lawful the forbidden

Magic and enchantment

Sin that is reborn,

leading to paradise.

Sublime beat of infinity

where nothing knows barriers

and everything is allowed.

A poem without

time nor promise

that makes a dream fly high

even without wings

since it leads to drift

among the most beautiful sins.

Skin against skin

one inside the other

for the infinite breath

of an instant.