Mi querido I scent my skin with jasmine,
become a garden para tu,
spread beneath you over me
like the Sun warms Earth, like rain
coaxes ground to unfold its fecund bed,
and cup life in the valley of its palms.
Precioso I open myself like lashes curl,
flutter against the skin of your whisper,
and hold you, hold you though dying night
when dreams wake us with terrible truths.
When you shiver I say ya ya ya,
there there there, mi dulce,
cry here in this arbor of arms,
pour the ancient fear from behind
your eyes, from within the man
you are. The child you were is safe
siempre aqui amante, siempre aqui.