You are that poemthat is writing itself aloneon the skin and within the soulwith unexpected beatsand the taste of You in my heart.That poemthat leaves no regretsbut only sighs experiencedphotographs of momentsscattered in and out of Me.That poemthat writes indeliblyand makes lawful the forbiddenMagic and enchantmentSin that is reborn,leading to paradise.Sublime beat of infinitywhere nothing knows barriersand everything is allowed.A poem withouttime nor promisethat makes a dream fly higheven without wingssince it leads to driftamong the most beautiful sins.Skin against skinone inside the otherfor the infinite breathof an instant.