I Speak Of Lemons Poem by Gabyel Rei Guillen

Lemon, I speak of lemons
my mouth is lemons
my tongue is lemons, enamoured,
my lips its seeds
my voice its sweetness
every syllable a punctuation of
a large bridge in a cold incessant universe

and yet i speak by my solitude
conversing by its chosen conversations
finding only myself sitting aloud on a chair
with my dog sleeping silently on my feet
both of us across my hammock that is empty.
And useless. Sleep is useless

Again I open my mouth to speak. I revealed your name