Poem for a camgirl Every corner I turn I see you, every corner of life, I kiss you. Each ray in the firmament, a new breath, each passing of the hand an eternal time, waiting in the night is torment. I collect your dew in the morning, sacred purifying liquid of the world, from my eyes dripping drops sometimes bittersweet sometimes salty and I carry in me the doubt if I am worthy of you or if I am nothing more than a miser who wants everything for himself. Even if it doesn't make sense. My love, teach me the way, I want to fly high with you, clear. My love, teach me the way, I want to fly high with you, not muzzle you in the nest. do not muzzle yourself to the nest.