Archipelago Poem by For Matilde

Did I miss this before I found it
stretched like the skin of a lizard
Heart raw with fatigue and dry pleasure
poet of impulse am I just an idea

A mood you awaken just before night fades
in the cold breath of dawn becomes corrupted
made different; a layer of equanimity; the thick outer skin
of established existence
something damaged before it was whole
an arrow broken in flight
waters flow back into the earth

Some take too little of each other
want more than the tepid milk
of mild sensualities
then love makes a mystery of all that
of feelings that burrow beneath the skin as it cools
in final stillness

I have felt suspended
born at the right moment
never stop at my skin
as you do with others
purify and taint the truth I feel on waking
wetness does little more
than drown small moments of joy

Filling the cups of small flowers
that hover like small boats
in the air above the archipelago
of separated existence
landscapes do little more
than make horizons