Wind
The auspicious wind fills the white sail
and the keel carves a path on the wave-froth
while the old man’s mouth with the two
missing teeth smiles at the two-year-old
grandson trying to coordinate
with his left foot as he kicks
the soccer ball with his right
The distance between yesterday
and now is defined by the young
Kore’s thin satin undergarment
keeping her velvety pubic hair in line
“What did you say?”
as the jealous mistral blows
his hardest to lift her skirt
trying to reveal the contour
of her two smooth buttocks
None can stand in front of such beauty.
“Where is the saint’s icon
to cry over the softness, he missed?”
Though the sun’s eyes penetrate
almost the thickest darkness
they cannot but blush in front
of the roundness of the fifteen-year-olds
untouched behind
until the two sacrilegious hands
of a high-school dropout
caress it not knowing what they do
Libros Libertad 