In Mauritius Poem by For Matilde
In Mauritius
I place on your pillow
my solitude
for you to enter
divine your voice
like water
to rush into my mouth
irrigate all the crimson fields
beneath my tongue
I see under the door
your dreams
making shadows
in the empty harmony of sleep
there was no resistance
nothing ever said
I remember only later
the blue sand clinging
to our bodies
like small islands
that the sky came for
in the morning
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dreams making shadows. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.