DEVOTION

Are you something for me to conquer? Or do I want to be conquered? Better still, maybe I do want to be loved. Yes, I do want to be loved passionately. To be left breathless from laughter and kisses that merge us. This feels like some sort of return, but then, that is a pattern with me, and maybe I’ll leave as I came, again, like I always do. Yet this time, I want to stay, to kiss your knuckles without thinking it. To be in silent worship each time you are by me. That your hands are the wings that carry prayers my lips have left. I would give up the prospect of heaven to love you through live times. What is sweet devotion if not to be filled with the elixir of your love. To become an immortal for your love, that although death still requires payment, I return in the next life to love you. I am intoxicated each day, hypnotized, dancing to your rhythm. It is the sweetest devotion…

__ Tolú