martes, 14 de abril de 2009


3 comentarios:

  1. Me gusta tu obsesión por las rejas de alambre...

  2. Passion

    It was not a success, the lunch. Washed
    hands lifted lids, broke yesterday’s bread.
    Wine blackened lips. Tepid talk turned no
    heads. Fish skeletons slid on silent plates.
    The apples were bruised, the coffee thick.
    In the golden hours behind blue walls we
    played at pleasing fruitlessly. I wiped you
    clean. You wiped my cheek. We betray

    in the blink of a bird as it flies from the
    fence. Daily, lying in the blur of the sun,
    a piece of pride cracks. Did you forget
    one jealous kiss changed everything?
    Far better to be cowardly in love. This
    is the end says your thorned mouth to
    the desert that is mine, causing crows
    to shrink in circles up above. There is

    light, they say, in the moment a heart stops.
    People return to tell of shining tunnel ends.
    I saw crushed velvet, tangled trim, the leaves
    of the elm tree as they tussled with the wind.


  3. "S" ahora tiene un blog: