SPRING’S FLORAL CERTITUDE

i can’t see you

the spring’s floral certitude

showers petals in my eyes

lingers on veils forgotten at the altars

dreams interpret the language of cicadas

somebody plays the violin in the green room

like a flamenco dancer in Seville

i toss and turn inside my soul

your breath scatters on my neck

i stretch my arms to harvest poems

tongues of fire from your eyes

linger on my silky dress

i fall

rose thorns bite my thighs

it smells earth and grass from an old spring

i turn the page

i close my eyes

and i can see you

THE MIRACLE OF YOU

the moon’s right-hand

pours soul into my flesh

pigeons’ wings bring scents of lilac blooms

the air gets drunk with poetry

statuary women of the water

flaunt their hair

within the loneliness of you

my heart

rotates five equinoxes on a wooden spindle

your eyes pour flesh into my soul

my body germinates

the sounds of growing leaves

i wash my hands into the waters of Guadalquivir

in the scented night of those who never sleep

i say

i love you

and in one single breath

our wedding is transformed

into a cosmical enraptured death

was it the moon?

was it the morning dew?

perhaps it was the miracle of you

                                           (GABRIELA M)