endless poem 2

and how many memories
revive the poem
wrote on my too small knees

I saw heaven coloring the sea thighs
I heard herons screaming
I saw the majestic rocks
humiliated by the waves

following the hid path under the trees
you arise from the night folds
and many other unspeakable
untouchable thoughts

how your breasts scared of light
the days

my lord
I am drowning in words

I write with thinness fingers
the impossible utterance

I do not cry
and I do not please
only her knees are crying
we share so many graves

we will bite from stone
the crossing trail
or your shoulders too high
and forever round

and I do not cry
and I do not please

let us empty the shame
we empty the vain
naked we celebrate the sand
under the olive trees

you you rise
and sneak my soul
and wrap around my neck

we melt under a wave of copper gravel

loves devouring shattered memories
yes
we stretch each other
between bodies do not fit the doubt
that we feel the end