And of I don’t see you,
My love,
Placid you rest
Like a marsupial
Inside my soul
That pampers you
Even at night.
Your happiness without reproach,
In the sweet divelling place
Of my dreams,
In the rough exit
Of my early mornings
Best… woe to me!
With your sidereal gaze,
With your mimicry
Of a shrewd man.
With you, my electricity
Reappears.
But…woe to me!
When you arrive
With your elixir;
You disrupt my whole being,
It’s not me anymore,
I become
An
Insatiable truth,
With changes
In my whole body,
From head
To toe
And vice versa
And, my
Mutant changer, increasing
Because I have you by my side.
And alone, a touch of yours,
Tranports me
To the paradise of love
And, with this effervescence,
My energy
Goes to you.
And I perceive, also,
With heat,
As yours
Approaches me
And, a great, endless circle forms
Between you and me,
My love,
Woe is me!
Alquimia poemas andaluces. Mercedes Luque Navarro. 
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