Falou.

Distante are you.
Atrás de mim.
Too far from me,
From the words I hear you speak.
“Close your eyes, mami…” Falou.
You tell me of your love,
From behind,
And what you’ll do to me,
Over Porto,
Da mar and an endless sea.
I hear your breath closer now,
Mi amor.
“Neshama sheli,” falou.
Looking out,
In between,
Your feet now,
I lean back into you,
With breeze,
From Spain,
Across my face as you,
Move me to look up at you.
Behind me, moody and blue, closer,
Falou,
Looking out, we, to a Portuguese sea.
You, me,
In a room,
“Fazer tudo,” he speaks.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love.