I found the map
of my destiny in your eyes.
My lips become two wandering nomads,
which travel the golden sands
of your body,
leaving kisses like footprints
as they explore,
lips afire as they stroll
on the sizzling sands above your soul,
your skin burning hot,
each gravel of fiery dirt,
each one of your flaming pores
is like a shimmering star,
your body
a universe of these heavenly stars
twisted and fused together,
a holy celestial desert.
My vagabond lips stroll
on the golden sands
above your soul,
they want to drink from
the oasis of love,
which rests in your buried ghost.
Kisses become more passionate
as those drifters dressed in red
dig down to your soul.
I glance at your eyes,
the map glimmers back at me.
What can I do
to make you
understand
that your love is more to me
than golden sands?