season for a Fall
e gold of autumn
flooded our room
and your body stirred
inside me like the dry leaves
the children kick
returning from school.
Nature concentrated only
in one little tree
as it prepared its heroic
purple fall
and your movement appears
like the kisses of the wind
that turn the tree branches leafless
from the ego’s useless decorations.
Ah, the announcement of the end
isn’t as triumphant
until the sun rises
to momentarily lean
on the half-naked tree tops;
eros is never so
sweet in the mouth
as I hold your flower
for how long? Just a little longer.
my revived body
was inoculated by asphodels
and impudently I long
for darkness, death
and the evil of the end.
Libros Libertad 