The House Poem by Carlos Ramos

I bound my lips to your destiny
thus begin certain stories to two mouths
someone dips their hands in the water
and build a house
dreams and shudders
along the deep places
of seascapes.

This is how certain stories begin with two mouths
the lips remember, they feed
panic in the deep fear of love
and the bodies inhabit various lights
the hours pass and nothing ends
the heart owns time
and the irrational bars of languages
that say words that don't arrive
to feed the bird
that receives us at the right altitude
and we united in the primordial emotion
of the early days of the creation of the world
we put various bricks and woods
blood, saliva and tears
and we built the house with two mouths.