Evening which is also dawn:
It invents our new name,
Our new body.
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You: an adolescent river. Young water.
I drink you with all the mouths I have:
The mouth of thirst. The mouth of laughter. The mouth of loneliness.
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Maybe
The road means promise.
I voyage by you
To a 'sometime' named future
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Using the razor of reason
We carve the mouth of our questions,
A little wound
Where the unthinkable: the tongue of reality,
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I write words
As lost, as definite
As steps in the night.
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The night, the immense peace,
Leaves its colors on my fingers.
I paint your silence.
I paint your sleep.
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While we still have hands
We touch
The answers of our bodies.
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Scarred Mirrors (72)
Whatever I touch becomes part of myself:
Your restless forehead,
The memories in your skin,
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A pond
Ruby birds of autumn
Drink the water mirror, their captive halcyon days,
In the human way:
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