Eros
And Eros hit my forehead softly
fingers traversed lines
and secrets that remained
hidden in my mind: bodies
explored vanity in
the forever hungry mirror
which embraced our two idols
sweet fervor
erotic tenderness
as my hand designed
elliptical lines and hilltops
sometimes a smooth climb
other times rugged
like conflagrated emotions
of my family’s roots
and the inherited pain
has followed me for eons
in places as red as blood
and other plains as black
as Ariadne’s yarn
in the labyrinth of thoughts
millions of pine needles
marvellous secret body caves
into which I entered
like a misty cape
man and his phallous
glorious patron of exultation
Libros Libertad 