Helping stone
To Juan Gustavo Cobo Borda
for awakening my corpse
which flourished with desire
to the limit of the pit
the vineyard and the sign
in fear of not transcending
as nectar
as aria
piously use up their skin
until the point of pain
-last certainty-
in order to confirm themselves
that they still exist
while others copulate
with the rancid taste of the yawns
of those
who dry up
.
[From the book: Strictly haphazardly]
Comfort
-from New York to Soho-
no hero no virgin
over the longing white
the shadow of his hand
flowed over itself
while the touches
reaching his elusive body
did not impregnate the kernel
frugal
in absence he captured it
silent
he migrated it away from human curses
he accompanied himself with moon
it happened that he needed it
he woke up drunken with light
with his own night
to make darkness barefoot
his own darkness
-she was no Hollywood deity-
.
[From the book: Strictly haphazardly]
N/N
It won’t be winter
that receives you
nor the blanket in a bed
it will be a bunch of withered flowers
attempting in a kiss
to elude the ice
-perhaps some greens
will venture to appear
with its silence
[From the book: Strictly haphazardly]