Confession To Mary Ann Poem by Alexandro Johns

Mary Ann, I'm clay
that a puff of the night
will turn me into nothing,
but before the absence
we'll share,
let me face your memory
with my nakedness.

Mary Ann,
From what corner
of a forgetful sea
do you still shake
the gentle stream
of my tedium?
If I buried your eyes
in a beach,
knowing that
i would never
come back,
why am I feeling right now
your gaze inside me?

Mary Ann,
since I lost you
I had lives
in my own abandonment,
as a exiling
on the rough path
of my arteries
towards your heart.