Kathryn Beich Sales Rrep

that warm feeling that my heart trembles.

is a wave that crushes me

that surrounds me.

Wave alcohol that intoxicates me,

that I lost, I

chest rises to delayed

omnipotent god.

life of all ages

flows through my veins,

and again I am convinced that mine

continuity of things.

Tonight I do not know anything about the world

,

I want to know

lies in this,

at this moment:

this second slow and mysterious

gone.

And, yes as

now have to lose many more,

without realizing it, without feeling?

Now, this air that gets inside me, makes me go

what I know,

your eyes makes me go to

distance treacherous

stops me over time;

in the silence: understanding of death,

with the pleasure of perfume

the sleeping world.

II

Just as the spirit of the waves

I get drunk with your body,

lean back in your arms,

enjoy the sweet taste of your fire,

fill my soul with your smile and your

eyes

also your hair.

satiating

inundate you and give it to your hands.

I want to give what I am

and that I have,

what little I have,

and my dreams that have

inexhaustible.

This love I'm feeling

not sell it to anyone:

or the moon or the sea

or your own baby,

is what I watch on

it sit in the space between your mouth and my solitude.