Sometimes your feet
they come from deep in the earth
where a huge animal made of lava
it shakes endlessly; where an old old woman
becomes a girl when summer arrives.
Your dark feet
covered with rings and anklets.
Your feet loaded with lust,
they look for my sex in midnight
and fill my crotch
with an urgent desire.
They ask me to walk
beside to the abyss of excessiveness
and from heaven
the lines of fury join the wish.
Your forged feet
in the heart of the volcanoes
they tear out my hottest juices,
Then we hug.
I see you sleep with loose hair.
Your serene feet
they are filled with whiteness, with birds
and they recover the heart
of the dawn.