A Remojo

If the stars weren't counted
It'd be because of them, not our gazes
Cursed moon, wooden skin
In my lagoon, your sorrows don't reflect

Maybe I hide where the mornings are
And all the gossiping tongues don’t stab like a knife
Where, when I wake up and chill
The bed stays unmade

Where every night smells like a ride
Where I walk in silence, where the blades fly
Where we dance through our veins, where, when I leave, I already want to come back

I'll talk to you about love, I'll cover your eyes
I'll soak myself if that's what you want
In this cell without my voice
What do you know about love?
The walls whisper
And my needs want to leave
So I can stay here if you want

Maybe I'm dying to talk to you
Come on, girl, give me a kiss, then tell me about your afternoon
'Cause mine are uglier and take away time to see you
Maybe I get lost in your tired gaze from putting up with my goodbyes
From trotting like a horse
From the dog bites I offer you when you don’t want to see me
Or see

What I have inside my chest
Are just two silences
That call themselves heartbeats
Being the sickly petal
That, despite stepping on flowers
Calms the hearts
Every time I'm with you