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)
