SURRENDER

Under this night that hides everything,
where the wind murmurs prayers
and the darkness blesses us in secret,
come,
Surrender yourself without name or fear,
like someone falling into an abyss
not wanting to save herself.
You are the storm that breaks the silence,
the light that lights the shadow,
the mouth that sets fire what my lips do not dare to say.
Your hands are hymns on my skin,
a song of fever,
a banishment of modesty that drags me to the most human
and the most divine at the same time.
Breathe me in.
Make my breath your sacrament,
Drink from my neck the offering
that the blood writes in its heartbeat.
Let your tongue name me
in the secret language of the gods,
and may your fingers desecrate the statues of my trembling.
We are fury and ash,
beasts without a master,
a voiceless prayer that only the flesh understands.
There is no guilt when the desire
It is the only truth that burns,
There is no sin when the fire
 is the one who dictates the faith.
May the night not end,
May the dawn not erase us,
May this moment be eternal,
because there is no higher sky than
your body united to mine
in the ardent liturgy of love.