Saturday, August 12, 2017

Last Night -Second Version






Last Night  -  Second Version


I had a shipwreck in my bed.
He desecrated all my saintly shafts
wrapped in God and bed sheet,
he did not ask permission.

His manhood, sullen.
We lived that spiteful health
with which hunger kills
when laying with another body.

We talked about celestial
decorations and icons.
But it ended when the
saint and sign were given.

Last night I slept with a faceless man.
and his shadow. The seas know
nothing of the case. His caresses,
arrows that I taught to soar.

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