The wind kisses you
When the wind kisses your lips
my feelings are altered
because it reaches your mouth
and is the owner of your breath
How many times I wish
to be a God of the Universe
to shake your skirt
like a whirlwind.
And reach your mouth
like a breeze in silence
and drink from your lips
every drop of your breath.
To intoxicate you with my breeze
as if it were the wind,
to give you caresses
that reach your body.
But everything is impossible
because I cannot be wind,
and since everything is impotence
I am dying inside.
But maybe someday God
will take pity on my torments
and I can float in your mouth
like gusts of wind.
