In this hot season I think of you......

In this hot season I think of you

your nudity your neck your wrist

your foot lying on the couch

like a white swallow

what were you telling me

in this hot season i think of you

I don't know what I think anymore

what i saw with my eyes

your neck your wrist your bare foot

or what you told me

giving you to me

in this yellow heat i think of you

in this yellow heat in a hotel room

thinking of you

I get disjointed from my loneliness

of my loneliness that resembles death.