El Pecado Original

Two souls
Two bodies
Two men who love each other
Are going to be expelled from the paradise
That they had to live in.

Neither of them is a warrior
Who rewarded his victories with
Young men.
Neither of them has riches
To calm the anger of the judges.
Neither of them is a president.
Neither of them is a minister.
Neither of them is a censor of
Their own mutilated desires...

And they feel that they can in each
Morning see their tree,
Their park,
Their sun,
Like you and like me...
Entrails
In the sweetest intimacy with
Love just as forever
I bury my flesh
Desperately in your womb
With love as well.

We are not god.
Let's not make the same mistake again.