Our beauty back then

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.”

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.