Fernando Delgadillo
Miscellaneous
The Bathtub
I surprised you through the glass of the bathtub
when an open door invited me to look at the scene
of your skin that among the clouds of steam becomes moist and awakens
The water falls constantly, runs over you and searches for the ground
I remember that in the afternoon I was the one who measured your body
with the perseverance of someone who discovers what they are looking for
and still takes their time
And I look at you through the glass of the bathtub
you pick up the soap and I focus on your hips
You pass it over your skin so sweetly that I envy him his career
Your gestures cannot be seen nor can the color of your eyes be seen
dissolved with steam your lips do not have their usual shade of red
br/>and the tone of your skin always against that of the wall
results in curve, contours, soap and foam
the remedy for my thirst, I say good for my thirst
I'm looking at you through the glass of the bathtub
I look at almost everything and everything I see blinds me
I haven't called you and you don't realize in your privacy
I was thinking of visiting you and You are so beautiful and indisposed
that I decided to leave but not to close the door
to see you when I write and lest you disappear