In your body I search for the boat
adrift in the middle of the night.
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There’s a motionless tree
A river of treesHits my chestThe green surgeIs good fortuneYou are dressed in redYou areThe seal of the scorched yearThe carnal firebrandThe star fruitIn you like sunThe hour restsAbove an abyss of claritiesThe height is clouded by birdsTheir beaks construct the nightTheir wings carry the dayPlanted in the crest of lightBetween firmness and vertigoYou areTransparent…
I turn the page of the day,
by the motion of your eyelashes.I enter you,the truthfulness of the dark.I want proofs of darkness, wantto drink the black wine:take my eyes and crush them.A drop of nighton your breast’s tip:mysteries of the carnation.Closing my eyesI open them inside your eyes.Always awakeon its garnet bed:your wet tongue.There are fountainsin the garden of your veins.With…
Between going and staying
in love with its own transparency.The circular afternoon is now a baywhere the world in stillness rocks.All is visible and all elusive,all is near and can’t be touched.Paper, book, pencil, glass,rest in the shade of their names.Time throbbing in my temples repeatsthe same unchanging syllable of blood.The light turns the indifferent wallinto a ghostly theater…
More than air
More than lipsLight lightYour body is the trace of your body
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,water that is air, air that is time,the day is still leaving,the night has yet to arrive,figurations of mistat the turn of the corner,figurations of timeat the bend in this pause,listen to me as one listens to the rain,without listening, hear what I saywith eyes open inward, asleepwith all five senses awake,it’s…
Your hair is lost in the forest,
Asleep you are bigger than the night,but your dream fits within this room.How much we are who are so little!Outside a taxi passeswith its load of ghosts.The river that runs byis alwaysrunning back.Will tomorrow be another day?