La Espuma de Venus

In cold, on the edge of the lip
Mouth of harvest, carnation breasts
Honey curves, corners of voices
And knives of saliva

I swam naked in your waves
Now that the ship is sinking
And only you can save me
And you doubt my doubts
My rituals, my ruins

Between always and never
I swam naked in your waves
The foam of Venus, the scarcest fruit
That the water dowser wanted to milk

Fiction is and will be
My only reality

Artist of sin
I memorized
The geography of your center
Of sugar and steel

Venus foam
I swam naked in your waves
Immaterial perfume
Shelter and beginning
The vertical howl
As a response to your wonders

Fiction is and will be
My only reality

With the unworn disguise
I jumped into the fleeting
Fiction is and will be
The only reality