Generous fantasy emerges from
the dark corner where my moon hides.
Shy dancer of my secret desires
Passer by that waived my heart.
Hedonist mirror of my soul,
intruder of my haunted will.
Aware of my thirst for sin,
I am now possessed by your ghost.
I thought I could touch you like the wind,
without leaving victims by my side.
I was wandering the wrong night,
at the wrong time, in the wrong dream.
Arrogant lion, I rather only play
with the simple sounds of your name.
Platonic delight, I only want to lie
like Sor Juana, the poetess’ way.
