Tu Boca

They say about me
that without you I'm just fine
that you've stolen my identity
that you absorb me
and take away my spontaneity.

They say about me
that you're doing me wrong
I even start to doubt
but you kiss me
and I become the prey
of your crazy mouth.

Your mouth
that's my truth
where I start
to lose my freedom
and I wake up
in the moss of your skin
inevitably faithful.

They say about me
that I've forgotten how to fly
and I know they're telling the truth
but who cares
I'll always return to the refuge
of your mouth.

And it's that your mouth
is the tunnel of love
that flows into
a river of heat
when I return
I'm part of your being
there's no other path but your skin.

And I wake up
in the moss of your skin
inevitably faithful
there's no other path but your skin.