Peregrine (An original poem)

Where are you peregrin?
In the innermost are clamouring for you,
Your ephemeral visits,
Scarce, just like diamonds.

In the void you leave, I think:
Maybe you will abandon me forever.
All time you leave,
I try to forget your face,
Fearing never see you again.

Your visits, when I have it,
Are like a lonely thunder,
Lost in the middle of a storm,
So quick, so piddling,
Ecstasy mingled with dubiety.

And when the void, with brutality.
Punch my face again,
Rid me from the deformity provoked by you,
I have the certitude that you will be late in the next visit.
And the anguish kiss me luxuriously.