Canto XX

One Year

The crickets

In perfect harmony with the frogs

Serenade Bachianas outside our window

Inspiring the candle to a seductive dance.

Tempted by the candle’s charm

Your hands shape into a bird

That flies to the flawless white ceiling

To join her shadow.

Your eyes, two stars

Brighten your lips

As your hands get more and more lost in this Swan Lake.

I vanish in your smile

I welcome the blessings of your lips

Your hands gliding my body slowly

Landing on my hips

All I can see are the stars above me.

In this archetypal setting

Set by you and the universe

I surrender my body and soul

I become the host to your passions and desires

You patent me.

Slowly,

Your silky white skin

Covers my body

We become one under your heavenly mantle.

The river wants to join

She raises her voice to announce her grand entrance

With her wide motherly hands

She claims our bodies.

And in her currents

We float throughout the night

Travelling in the rhythm of Bachianas under the stars

Through fields of vanilla scented purple dahlias.