It’s just that you reminded me Of a river and a stream holding hands laughter from some drowned place in the sea Your body, like a giant sun scattered with lakes eyes that everywhere spread the perfect rhythm of your glace I slept beyond the mythology of the desert and heard, where its shadows begin an angel’s gray harp strings whispering of a few things lounging in your soul and I might have come with the intention of the forests Waiting for years to drink from your breath only to release a cool wind below the mountains To watch you spin a blanket and keep warm.
