the sinner

Because beyond my eyes there is the sky

with the stars in your eyes.

Because at confession, my soul hasn't kept

the mystery of the poetry that you are.

Because you know to read among the rows,

among the seasons, among all the points

and all the unspoken commas.

Because towards me, you were written

like a novel of amorous fiction.

Because you met me all the way like that love

at the corner of the street, thinking that I am

to everyone when I was just your song

and not of someone else.

Because I lived you as two lives in another life

sharing all kinds of emotions that some never heard.

Because my confessions became yours

having the spell above of the sinner and

the culpability offered clearly, through the eyes

and eyelashes of the fragile balance of chemistry

and of everything that could be kissed.

Because I've been searching for you so much

and by a sublime chance, I've found myself.

Because your prayer to your God was with me

and all my thoughts returned again to you,

I'm not guilty. Open the door. I need you.

Need your love so bad. (I am fire that calms you).