Lips
Ah, lips filled with
their unspoken words and bitterness
ah, hands which cut flowers
and put them in a vase
lips defined by the weight of pain
they endured, carried in psalms
and held up in candelabras
ah, such were their lives
such their diaphanous beauty
you don’t speak of any other
you didn’t need to search for light
when the moonlit night caressed
your alabaster legs spread
over the unmade nuptial bed
Libros Libertad 