Monday, September 19, 2011

Inamorata

Amar Como El Mar

A Man is

spit out

of the sea.

Playing

with the waves,

it is summer

in his memory.

A woman appears.

Their kiss

tastes

like brine.

When a stone

is hurled

in the water,

meteors

fall

from

the

sky.

Time turns

everything

to

sand.

Every speck,

the

dried

skeleton

of

the

sea.

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