One for the Muse

I pretend
To be like a leaf,
Light as vapor.

Evening comes
And I’m rattled by
Your tune in my ear.

Finally,
I sit and write as
My whole being

Feels your braids
Sparking me to comb
My way inside you.

Parting your
Hair to get to the soul
I am damned to love you.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal