My Lover

My lover...
my lover...
oh my lover...

My love affair with you...
began at the age of 13 or 12...

I used to see you...
night after night...
but...
the feelings I felt...
well those feelings were nice...
they were different...

You made my blood boil...
like hot lava...
coursing in my veins...
I was as a sun...
with fever...

My heart raced...
the race of a rabbit...
a rabbit...
escaping the hunters weapon...
the heartbeat was felt...
through my body whole...

The connection between us...
was an unbreakable connection...
like that spun of unbreakable alloy...

You brightened up my nights...
even when no stars were present...
yet when you were not there...
it was the darkest night...
the saddest night...
the coldest night...

Whether I was in the deepest of jungles...
or the softest of clearings...
the clearest of rivers...
or the widest of oceans...
you were there...

My nights were never lonely with you...
my days were fun...
but few...

But my nights...
wow my nights...
you drove me crazy...
you unleashed the beast in me...
you made me run wild with you...
tear off my clothing...
and just bathe in your beauty...

Yes this is my lover...
my sweet sweet lover...
my savage lover...
my natural lover...
My lover...
the moon...

-Marcos Cisneros