Oneiric
Onto the sphagnum I suckle
toward the embrace of your eyes I lean
begotten symmetry
steadiness of rocks
sighs attached and
rooted in chthonic arms of the Goddess
they dream of airy schemata
indescribable beauty
in eyes bright and dedicated
to primeval peaceful moments
before the axe traced my extensions
before they severed and
turned me into planks creaking
as free as I was before the dirty soles
of my civilizers taught me
the lesson of insult like
salt on a wound gone septic
Libros Libertad 