Your thirst transubstantiates my sweat
In wine that we drink in every kiss.
Your feet do not sink
In the lakes of my tears.
Your saliva sows the light
In the night of my eyes.
Your voice resurrects my sleeping muscles
My buried heartbeats.
Your hands, when they touch me, heal
My most invisible wounds.
Your hunger fertilizes fish
That multiply like desires for humidity
In the multiple bread of my body.
Every time you love me,
It is a miracle.

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