Words
Words said on moonlit nights
just before we separated
just words
forgotten amid the flowers
of ancient gardens
words that appear in distracted hours
on the crystal surface of memory
as if they were said moments ago
verbiage
and the nails on the wall
change colour each time
you repaint over them
but should you
grind them back to steel
shade of blue-like pain
when you drive them through
the palms of the martyr
red fleshy when
do you quench your thirst in blood?
Libros Libertad 