Sweetheart, give me something to eat or drink;
For I am starving tonight.
I don't want alms, just the palm of your hands
Outstretched to take over my emotional lethargy.
My poverty of speech at the mere thought of your scorching kisses,
My belly that gives an uproar for you to nurture me with your love.
Make me drink the poison from your thoughts.
Hold me like a broken doll
Undress me and calm my storms.
Do not hesitate to feed my mind, the stories from the places where you have been;
And do not make me feel how underfed that I have been.