What architect designed your body,
your clay,
your skin,
is what I model with my hands,
chest to chest,
skin to skin.
What musician put a bell to your voice,
to the one who names me,
who calls me
That heart that beats,
in the middle of your breasts
he says to love,
love like sweet honey.
That electrician put,
the light to your eyes,
to light more,
the path that leads me to you
