TiaLola

Brazilian, imaginative, reader, dancer, stripper and super woman.

I love your nakedness
because naked you drink me with your pores,
like water does
when I submerge myself within its walls.

Your nudity demolishes with its warmth the limits,
opens all the doors for me to guess you,
it takes me by the hand like a lost elo
that in you will leave its age and its questions still.

Your sweet and brackish skin that I breathe and that I sip
becomes my universe, the creed that nourishes;
the aromatic lamp that I raise while I am blind
when next to the shadows desires bark at me.

When you undress me with my eyes closed
you fit in a cup next to my tongue,
you fit between my hands like the necessary bread,
you fit under my body more complete than its shadow.
On the day you die I will bury you naked
so that your cast in the earth may be clean,
so that I can kiss your skin on the roads,
braid your scattered hair in every river.

The day you die I will bury you naked,
as when you were born again between my legs.