Even in hours away
I chase your nudity
in a desirable air vehicle
injected with my illusion to breathe
your hidden jasmine fragrance
What are you
among the gems
of your body anointed in processions
I have seen you
as the best woman in everything
because you never dye
your hair or your spirit
totally in pain
And I see you
with my posthumous descent
in smaller scales that do not stop being...
However
I play neat symphonies
on the invaluable instruments of your caresses
and then
I exchange them
just for waterfalls of happiness