Escarcha

Look, cut those evils
The sorrowful anxiety
That tires me

Look, I idolize you
Even when your contempt
Punishes me

When the frost
Paints your pain
When you are already tired
Of suffering

I have a heart
To love you
And the nest where you
Can live

White tulle divan
Will await
Your exquisite abandonment
As a woman

I will know how to love you
I will know how to kiss you
And I will make your whole being
Throb

I have a heart