A skin, dark as night,
mantled by an invisible villosity,
promises a journey to heaven
and hell.

Two mouths meet, brushing in the dark.
They caress each other,wordlessly.
The bodies exchange hardness and moisture.
Aromatic fluids, heart-rending as flowers.

Transparent, two-faced gods,
smiling maliciously as cheap lovers.
Fire and sweat. Sour scents.
Chills and vapors that make you long for snow.

Time, slowly passing, tells me that dust
and loneliness are here to stay.

Rigoberto Rodríguez