LOVE FREEDOM FOREVER Poem by Raúl Henao

I take a walk with a cloud
what a barber's devilry love is!



At every bus-stop you cast my way
the fire-raising pomegranate of your eyes.
The orchestra turning up in the middle
of a gushing fount
bears a slight resemblance to your voice
building its nest in the rainbow of your breasts.
The storm turns out not quite so hot
as the coal on your lips
shuffled in your smile's deck of cards.



It would take more than a thousand retrievers
to give full praise to the bright torch of your face
Lighting up the weapon-bearing arm of freedom.