Sweet amok of blue

                                                                   (Foto: JackRaz)

I dreamed that I couldn’t olden

a view

and I couldn’t propose a body for

two hearts

Then I looked down the valley

of the keen passages

a seduction pregnant with

skirmishes and

a blessing with a wooden leg

were walking there

it felt like I had lungs

to only breathe within that world

and I suddenly plugged

all the cracks on my body

from which the memory of you

flowed in the form

of small ribs

I watered my cravings until floods

kissed every mistaken volume

shivering questions in lazy mouths

a thorny ether selling sympathy

to a scratched passing

just like a nun in her abandonship

with the cross

just like ashes from my past

blinking in the eyes of playful children

on a sunny day

a promise that will rot like a flower

preserved for its dried beauty

in books unwritten

I think I followed a dirge

a rebellion-like silence

or it was a hermit

revived from a loneliness

that I drove away

We entered a garden

full of arrows

relics from left handed

cupids

and he said nothing is fated

but everything’s an epoch

on the side of a dice

Then I looked up

it was somehow blue

sweet amok of blue.