A little magic. A little love, sex. A little religion, philosophy, mysticism. And if I can remember, only one explicit word though. So scratch the third thing I said-a lot of love and sex. And the thing about the explicit, the sex is kind of explicit, kind of implied, but oftentimes very explicit all without the use of an explicit word such as . . . (well, they probably wouldn't want me to write an explicit word on the cover). It's poetry. Erotic poetry, I suppose. But that's my favorite genre of poetry, when you read something after or during a bath and start to massage your nape and dream and still feel clean afterward. Two comedic poems, if you can call them funny or maybe you might find different ones funny, so . . . This is a lovely world we live in. You just have to see it that way. The first few poems are in Spanish, so don't feel bad to turn the page. There is plenty in store for everyone. Having dreamt often in the past of writing narratively but never being able to get myself to do so in a non-poetic style, there are also plenty of plots for your indulgences and my triumph over narratives. We have to learn to treat sex and other venues of life like they are new, like they have just come into the world, that virgin wonder and fantasy, as opposed to old and calculable. Breathe and take it slow and breathe in every vapor of love. That is why I go under the alias of The Virgin Poet.