Melancholy

This night blinds my soul
and I, as I lay, with a lost gaze
I feel invaded
by the vertigenous notion of reality.

She possesses my body,
and I do not move,
I deliever myself.

Melancholy kisses my face
surrounding me in her perfume.
Drunken, allucinated.
I love it!

I adore her soft silken body
and her glass cristal face.

And, on the moment the moon flies
to the end of the earth,
and the stars lose their light.
Her and I merge.