TO READ interrogative
you seen
truly have seen
Snow stars in the footsteps of the breeze plush
've played
've played really
bread plate face of the woman you love so much
You have lived
as a blow to the forehead
the moment the panting the fall flight
you heard
with every pore of the skin known
your eyes your hands your sex your soft heart
had to throw
had to mourn
had to be invented again.
CORTAZAR
My love, my love, found love
suddenly in oyster death.
I want to eat you, be, love you,
want to touch you, see you.
I'm telling you, I say in my body
the threads of my blood used,
says this pain and my shoes
and my mouth and my pillow.
I love, love, love absurdly
foolishly, lost, light,
dreaming and inventing star rose
going and saying goodbye to your side.
I love you from the corner post,
from the carpet in that room alone,
in sheets warm your body
where a water poppy sleep.
Hair air revealed,
river at night, banana plantation dark
hive blind, love unearthed,
I'll follow your steps up,
of your foot to your thigh and your side.
Sabines
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