With the teeth of tracks
of tears on this earth.
And the tongues of puppets
with children waiting.
It would be enough
just to watch the birds
in the sky for a while.
But I prefer the freedom to roam.
And watching her circle
the pineapple plants.
Until she turns to me.
With a sweet emotion
and that look of love and lust.
I am glad to see she is free.