I woke up in a sweat. I moved the books

I woke up in a sweat. I moved the books
across the room, the water bottle fell
onto the floor with a loud sound. The Sun came
in through the window and warmed my shoulder with

its yellow rays. I can see how her shoulders
reveal their skin to me, I can see how her
hips roll like the hills. The bed is covered
with sheets and colored chalk, I have tomatoes

and oranges for her to eat. The night has ended
with the warm dawn from the East, I love her
with my body, with the heat of my blood

and with my whole library. She is turning
like the stars above me, like the calendar
that counts the days that I can't apprehend.