I give you permission
to take a walk
and go around
the apple
of my pupils.
over the veins of my heart.
You can lose yourself,
or you can find you.
With the certainty
of the streets you walk there,
they are exclusive.
from your naked hand
travel complacent
the valley
from the back of my neck.
place your tired lips
in the crib of my clavicles.
Lie down and refuge
in the shadow of my chin.
My picture
You know every corner.
Every contrast.
Every maze
to which many times
you have ventured.
of my eyes.
Come back to collides again
with my lips
Release again the hurricane
in the desert of my soul.
over there.
Wherever you want.
Travel the whole world.
But, my love, do it from my hand.
Interlacing our roads.