Nights
Numberless nights you
stumbled on hope
in black satin, teary-eyed
you wished again and over
you became a tearless star
in endlessness of void until
hunger tastes spring and
loneliness transcends into July night
when virgin tossing her white
bed sheet into mid air
in meteor euphoria the moon
descends his cheek to her
hard nipple while lone cricket
sings of rippling want and soft feathers
Libros Libertad 