INTIMATE STROKE Poem by Amparo Osorio
INTIMATE STROKE
Like an exile
in the place of never
someone naked will inhabit the star,
will lay down their shadow every night.
Every night watchful
they will search out death
while far-away gods
trace lines once more untranslatable.
Like this intimate exile,
here or there
we're afraid we shall press the grass,
and sadness
will travel through the blood
like a lost homeland.
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