Diletant

 

There were parts of rooms

And thirds of lives

Between sacred and profane.

I wasn't the farewell.
I arrived calmly in your soul
I stirred years of desires
From a distant time
Where you tried everything
To forget one Of a sovereign love.

Carnation and Rose saw each other.
They stirred other bodies 

In the galloping distractions
Of birds that toast colors.
In their Dilettante clamors.

Like hybrid seeds
Our poems gave themselves

A waltz.

Like young flowers
They loved each other.

The firm complexion,
The gaze unveiled
A constellation
Between eyes that crossed 

And pollinated the air.

We played at being butterflies,
We played.

And sometimes
When the windows open
We floated with wings of love.

The forest hides its roots

The sap drips from the flower

Would it be running with wolves
Or delighting in the grass with smor?

Its restless petal still persists

The androecium still burns
Musk exhales from its Flowers
And butterflies bodies
Wanting to dance in the wind.

Thorns alone
Bleed the bed 

Where love

In my chest
In the delirious alchemy 

Of the deed

Sprouted Water

Without a sea.