I remember our beauty back then Our desperate love-need, to be together bodies close and young Gazing intently through wired windows through doorways Signalling with meaningful stares, our eyes saying to each other: “Come out,” “come now,” “meet me in a quiet place, and we will whisper of the people who are not us.”
Category Archives: poems
Sruthán mé / Eu queimo / I burn
I burn / like a house on fire,
/ skeleton-thoughts like the rib-timbers of retaining walls,
/ stark and black against the agony / of hungry lustful flames.
Hawk, Bird
What does it symbolizea bird escaping the clutches of a hawk in the middle of a wind? The hawk balances flapping futilely reaching with its talons a tiny scrap of shadow whisks itself away weighing nothing wings stretched outalmost like a twig or a clutch of dead leaves. It could be a clutch of dead …
The Body Year 