The Seventh Love Song
illuminations of love
like wind eavesdropping on a passing cloud
as if the crystal of your tragic eyes
your long hair down to the shore waves
were tied by stars on the harmonious rocks
visions on the prayers of seaweed
onto the light blue slate pencil of the sky
down to the caress of your lively lips
birds fly on songs of hyacinths
the vestiges of the mountain peak darken
the promises of life and joy and joy and life
a harkening musical instrument on your fingers
with the scare and echo of sleep
a fondness of dreams beyond the legs with light
reflections of roses
by the stairs of lust more and more raving
stand glove bridge of beats psalms spasms
of diaphanous bodies, with the brilliance of lilies,
that so much tyrannized by thirst
symbols of coves where the sun will reach
to calm the lust
the last memories of the evening travel far away
how else can you narrate the secret songs
of the wind
you have sung and will sing and will live
in an ignorant longing, in the flame’s reverence
your lit palms define the horizon
your voice caresses the freshness spread by
the dusk
your body vibrates before the warm pleas
of the night
and in your glance, joy echoes?
Libros Libertad 