Setenta y ocho

You leave my eyes underground
my sensations are not enough for so much bodies
you have all the hands of the world over me

Every thought of you means electric butterflies

You erase my consciousness while three deads erase my figure
you just touch me from edge to edge
                                   bottom to surface
    with one finger
           with one look

I become into the always lightning-extinguish fire
the opposites collide and I become the One.