Yet the Tearless doesn’t see
and what he sees he takes
astride as he opens his mouth
to give you his riddle:
I rode on my father
I’m wearing my mother
to quench my thirst I
drank water with Hades
And you smileless freeze
and you’re surprised and
you can’t explain my
inexplicable riddle, here
I am your husband.
And for the first time ever
perhaps a master’s arm
embraces your royal,
delicate body
was it the insolvable
riddle which puzzled you
or was it the graceful young
man to whom you bow?
Libros Libertad 