EL Poeta-Ministro
Where would I possibly go
If in this very moment
Your blessing abounds
Whether in the tallest building
Or nestled in my sheets
Swimming in the ocean
Or seated on the shore
There is truly nothing
But your love
Beyond all the scents
And the abundance of colors
That surround me
I kneel before your beauty
And I am home
Though I may no longer feel your touch
It’s imprint
Is ever lasting
The scent of your skin
Permeates my senses
Where Nothing truly
shall Compare
Everything fails to reach
The zenith
That was loving you
Thus Having known such heights
Suffices the longing
That is In my soul
And the penance of forever
Justifiably I shall serve
