THE DART

I am drunk on you, flooded with you,
drunk on you, gushing sweating
honey and blood, saliva, disappointments.
I'm drunk on you from head to toe.

Drunk on you, I lean to your side.
I go exploring without a break.
I bathe in your sweat. I aspire your skin.
Late I arrived at your wound and tired.

From your wound I am also wounded,
without being able to enjoy what I have earned,
of so much love of destitute love.

Like the targetless dart fired
returns to the arch the flight traveled,
drunk on you I fall asleep next to you.