Luis - Coffee, Wine

I water my plants when I hear you on the phone

They have learnt to love your presence

The shapes of the trees through the buildings

I would jump into the deep of their vanishing point

Give a shape to words, they will mean something better

Maybe they don’t understand them but I do

All that skin is for me after midnight not before

All your soft hair, there for me to stroke

Your painted hands they are there for being held

And oh, your hips, an apple of sins

Give a shape to words, they will mean something better

Maybe they don’t understand them but I do

But I do