VII
You bloomed under the sun that will go down someday
and I sustain myself under the sun that hasn’t risen yet.
Darkness is taking the space between us.
The sea still gesticulates in your chest
time has been trapped in your lips
twilight perches among your legs
the wind fades away and rewrites your dress.
Your negative mould petrified
on our sandy space.
Libros Libertad 