From the dark side of your skin you illuminate me. Let me be the wolf —shadow of thirst and dog and hunger— that enters the night of your body with damp, hesitant steps, through your uncertain forest —your smell of the sea guides me towards your waves— to touch inside the crescent moon of your smile. Let me know —even with a tongue— the deepest darkness, the quietest, and invoke with repeated movements, rituals like howls, the full moon of your body, the one that carries me to you as if it were me, in your hands, water that you become an illuminated tide.