My lover has green eyes
Which carry promises with uncertainty,
Which close when his lips are devouring mine,
In a moment of magic....
My lover has strong hands
With broad fingernails and soft tips,
Which touch with furious passion,
Or caress with childish curiosity,
Unsure of the havoc they cause inside me
My lover has an absent heart,
As wide as his own universe,
Which loves with condition,
And hates with disgust,
Which aches when he makes me cry...
I bring rain upon his endless dark nights