Seu Jorge Poem by For Matilde

Two tears meander - catch
planes from nowhere to
nowhere else -
like small boats
dreaming
under the hanging
cathedrals of your limbs
I watch from the other bank
your breath rise like
a thousand small sails
Your eyes
permit only your senses
I hear
the sound of rain on
an iron roof
washing away
the wearisome comfort
of knowledge
So little time
in an unobtrusive moment
to love and die
to disentangle from patience
and yourself
If only we could go beyond ourselves
I hear the echo of footsteps
I wait to drink impossible beauty
from the deep cup of your hands
I hear the creature of your mouth moan
I hear Seu Jorge