Love Is Hot Like The Sun Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

I always like to sunbathe, the heats caresses, sends me into fantasy land, thinking of loves burning, energy, elates me.
I feel like, I touch the impossible, sky and all my love is fulfilled,
A little mansion in the prairie, and all my the universes, designs are more than realised, arranged, things discarded.
The light illuminates the way, i mould destiny like clay. i concentrate, I look through the hole, I see vastness, the gifts of love are monumental, is there a deep hole in me cut by love.I waver in the wind delicately in and consult the gods.
my cup maybe will overflow, it has been cut deep, standing in the storm.
It is the beginning of my rebirth, as a orchid, that shines for the stars. its oration, fills the cities with love, till they overflow, they have been purified for their mission, they perpetrate life now, with the gift from god that nourishes their soul,
Their vision is expanded, by the new picture, a revelation, induced by love, fomented the one who weaves the tapestry in the desert, and resolves this mystery.
Maybe their mission on the earth to meet on the rock, or in the dessert, can make the m see, the trance that love, makes them tingle with, and the perception, a little escape.
A little window, a little fresh wind, a little feather, that, makes you feel like you are free to chose, to be happy.
Who do you love.