We are sweethearts

We are sweethearts of the
fresh rain that slides
on our parched skin
and thirsty.
We are sweethearts of the incandescent
incandescent sun that erases
indiscreet
every shadow of sadness
and disappointment.
We are sweethearts of the wild
landscape because it
hides with its leaves
our furtive encounters.
We are bride and groom of the sunset
without an engagement ring,
he pours out generously
with rubies in love.
We are sweethearts of heaven
eternally ours,
changing, loving,
protective and jealous.
We are bride and groom of the
life that arrives with the
moon in her suitcase.
Poor thing she escapes
through the cracks
untying her silvery
mane in the dark night.
We are sweethearts,
always sweethearts.
Maybe someday
we'll be married in magic.