your shadow knows

I look at your mouth,
to the furious carmine that reflects,
to your breath that tarnishes me,
and he will not let me see you.
I look into your eyes,
always green,
always dodging,
the ravages of my look.
I look at your feet,
thin and cold,
that take you
to the opposite place where I am from.
I look at your hands,
smooth as silk
to which I could never,
take with mine.
I look at your back,
highway of heaven,
that no matter how hard you try,
can hardly travel.
I look at your belly button,
volcano of desire,
knowing that I can not,
draw him a kiss
I look into your shadow,
and she secretly,
he says in my ear.
Do not stop loving you.