unseen hands

pain not spoken not written.

tied up in the dark i saw from the coast

that i was drowned behind the paper moon

Scores of dreams

to show to light

like the calm reflections

that land the sinners in the hills of silence

the wind was mine only

i reached the lines of winter

till your gaze was dripping with tears

reflections of lover ‘s harvest

of her color_ full breasts

bathed melancholically

in my spiritual veneration

as gifts of motionless soul

oriental serene beauty

full of scent salient

passionate like a fragrant

burning

path into my skin

this grasshopper butterfly linen where in a moist shadow

carnal ruptures occurred