Get on the back of the donkey
and let me undress you as we go.
The bra, the panties,
we’ll leave them for when the mist clears
and we can love each other on the side of the road
in a fierce, maddened union
while the donkey eats dried herbs
and the cold stops in our bodies
like a young blue
that he forgot to laugh.
The luminous serpents of the afternoon
they will go through your left breast,
and in one of the forked tongues
the five o’clock sun will rise
At the end we will continue the trip.
You will wear a dark dress open at the front.
With the rocking of the donkey,
your bare feet will hit my buttocks
I tell you that soon we will arrive at the house
and we can love each other on the red bunk bed
that you inherited from your dead sister.
I tell you that the afternoon is a huge cat
that dwarfed with the passing of the hours
to hide in your right nipple.
And by kissing him,
it will be a snail of light
over my mouth