I am cornered
by the solemn
barrier of evening.
Somewhere, somebody
is bathed in happiness...

Silenced by fatigue,
console me birthing clouds,
breathe into my deepest dreams
a distant dream different from death...

A woman comes and goes
coming to touch
the waiting years of a man...

Recalling her long black hair,
I count the fingers of the setting sun.
My eyes choke for the moon of her lips,
I resemble the shadow of a body,
a shadow buried yesterday facing the south,
seeking without finding a path...

Laugh loudly shadow,
maybe for an instant
she loved you.
Forgetting her does exist,
even though it is like
walking over hot coals...

I will drive down
to the grocery store,
where the meat
of my memories
hangs in strips
in the cooler...

Then go home
and remember
the blind wind
once whispered
from her lips...