Celestial

When with you asleep,
I plunge into your earth
Mute, I hear the waterfall from your mouth
sifting through strange splendors.

It seems to me that in deep dreaming
the balcony of your temples unravels.
You leave behind the lurching breath,
and everything your heart discovers too small.

In this orphaned twilight
I place constellations at your headboard,
like a placid bonfire keeping the luster of your body
Invisibly ajar,
your porous hand so soft,
which moans where I enter secretly and bathe myself new.

In the shade of your slumber
a gust empties my head,
an aroma of so many blind and luminous years.
I watch you like a ponderous child
Serene, yours is a flight so high and ample
that you become a sky newly born.