I follow you to the height
  de la esqueleta mellada
  as our lips touch, I tremble
  pero no tenemos mieda.

Your soft belly, suspended
  comodá, airosa, ardiente,
  your smile projects starlight
  sobre mi lengua desafilada.

Luciérnaga, ángel distractor
  mi alma florece contra la tuya
  Árbol-Viajera soñolienta.

Love is the name
  of our constellation.

An umbrella
  to keep you dry
  in my rain.

A drink to wet
  my parched throat
  in your fire.

The names of the stars:
  patience, compassion
  a simple life
  sharing, talking
  music and a comfortable silence
  listening, two
  goodness, badness
  forgiveness and loyalty.

Two women hold up
  burning ball of energy
  source of light and life
  with care and love shine softly
  we walk to equality.

The glory of this church doth fly,
  across the cloud-light riddled sky,
  away, away, for none to see,
  too bright it was when shown to me.

Hidden, sacred, might be better,
  cover'd; still, removed my fetter,
  of fatigue and penduli that swing,
  to make me crave a lesser thing.

Now waiting for a friend that sits,
  amongst old books and knowledge lit,
  he ties forgotten years gone by,
  to soggy paths, and kites that fly.

Step over root, wade through the grass,
  even beloved mourned we pass,
  for with our mirth we will abound,
  above this wet and leafy ground.

Onwards we go with ease and grace,
  until one time we find the place,
  where love begins without a care,
  for how we look, or how we fare.

Think not of men and life exchanged,
  nor of women, so wrongly tamed,
  it's due: the breath inside of me,
  awake spirit: raw, pure and free.

With truth all smudged for sake of rhyme,
  know now not to hasten time,
  for God is great with much to make,
  within Their plan, my will forsake.