Rocket
It is neither the sea
nor the world
this blue light
on our fingers
under the eyelids
a thousand antennae
dizzying try
to find the sky
red carnation
alone in the flowerpot
when I wrote you stood
before me like love
it was a deer
yellow like sulfur
and it was a tower
made of gold
five crows
counted their years
they quarreled and scattered
like a pentagram
the beloved’s hair
whitened by the lilies
on her beloved body
I wrote books.
I can neither live
only with peacocks
nor can I always travel
in the mermaid’s eyes.
Libros Libertad 