You might read this as a foolish declaration of love from someone who searches for the world in a shelf of broken dreams. Or you might see it as an old sailor’s navigation map for when he looks for yesterday’s faces in the new harbor he finds. I’m sorry for calling you stranger. I call you that because there is still so much to discover about you. I found you sitting cross-legged next to a snowy mountain. You did not care for the time or life you’ve spent. You were thinking of the sea.
It was then when I was driven to decipher the trail that begins on your back and ends in an undiscovered part of your body, one marked by past wars. Battles fought long before I planted myself in the fertile soil of your hands, the same who brought love through a stolen kiss. That kiss guided me to an old country where the guarded temple of your eyes is the capital city. This land is the home of the only brown-skinned god, who lives in the gaze of every person who lives on this selfish land. This is a place that holds on to individualism as the element that will save humanity.
And yet, I’m afraid. I desire you like no other. Yet I’m aware I have adored and worshipped other deities and idols before. Goddesses, whose bodies, much like yours, led me to valleys and mountains, took me to the ruins of ancient civilizations. In the caves I found remnants of the bulls that ran through the pastures of your womb and drank from the springs beneath your nose. These paintings will remain, traced forever, as reminders of how ancient your world is, a world which I find so new.
I think of your hair. The way you’re drenched in sensuality. I suffer because you are more than just promised land. You are a woman with history and emotions stolen from the deep abyss of your chest. You are every city I have visited. The children that play in your deepest thoughts, wear rags and impeccable lace alike. You are everywhere and yet I desire you alone.
I need you, stranger, to believe your lips to be something new and unique. I want your novelty to speak of a land that provides a frontier reserved just for me. A place where I can build a small cabin made from parts of my crumbling ship. There, surrounded by the air of your lungs, I will make a settlement in a city of kisses and caresses, that convinced me to be yours forever.