As Your Whisperings Await. Poem by Sara Iglesias

Where two hearts beat to the same pulse,
where the soul bares the eye,
and the fog of breaths collide,
I shall climb the curse of your spine,
decadent, gelid and mine.

I will explore the altitudes of your neck,
as your whisperings await,
chanting a tempting song,
like a siren´s bewitching spell,
I swim, dwell and drown in the extasis of your hair.

Would the scope of yearning burst?
as a diligent traveler I extent,
in the sight of the scarlet magnolia,
the sweetest hint of nectar
that honey becomes.
Our symphony that the abyss grasped
only ours should stay,
the spelling of my love in your lips,
I treasured as it remains,
until my last breath
and to the dust, all things must go.