tenderness

I know not to lie

I see her every night on the beach
lying on a tongue of sand
under a white bird swinging the sky

nothing more natural

now I cannot find the right words
but I swear I'm trying

Magdalena
I look from a forgotten death
mimicking the man's smile
which stretches out the skin on his face
yes
Magdalena we are afraid to become poets
let us devoured in love

between reality and dream masks
world played on a closed stage

we are afraid to utter that we are born
from words
taller than poetry

love me Magdalena
oh
but you cannot see anything clearly
inside is a Pandora's box

sit with our knees bent in the mouth

we do not know who left
who is added to the defeated string

you
get off of me as a naked woman on hot sand
do you remember
a child with wide sandals
the girl with wings of locusts hat
legs of locusts
so all I can see is so far so ether

the time crowded on streets on windows
on powder

sliding night on the pier as a lid
write in meat my soul that I wear

tenderness is a virginal woman
really
I know not to lie