Cocktail
The smell of the casserole from the kitchen mixes
with passion from the bedroom
dog sniffs the carpet as if
to unearth his hidden bone
My wineglass calls for another sip
while the holy loneliness of the ash
In the fireplace remains silent
and you pray by
the gravestones and
Don’t dare utter a word
afraid you may wake up
the buried man who will start
his dance on the green grass
an ancient hierophant
in your memory and eyes
Libros Libertad 