Because My Spirit Is Tossing Amongst The Waves Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Ignoring loves ways

but i still have a taste and hope for the white marble statues of man and woman kissing

and my spirit has not done with frolicking, i wish it would fly amongst the million white doves

and settle in a tropical cove of legendary beauty

i still care about redeming affectional gestures made to me

i still would like to see the sea still in the glory of afternoon sun

selfish, selfless

the golden balance judging me a passing cloud

Judging my love, im just looking at myself vainly in the mirror loving myself not her

i still havent plucked all the flowers


It hurt my pride, her

O unrelative junk

Of me from constellation Cassandra, or casiopea