You come at night with the fabulous smoke of your black hair

You come at night with the fabulous smoke of your black hair


trees and trees of sorrow
my body catches fire and quivers
the eternal is immobile
stones thrown into the windstorm
tend to become unique
oh tree, my heart parts
from a faraway place
to reach your brow
with nocturnal beasts in its eyes
and blocks that fall from its hands
you immerse me
in the phosphorescent sea
where my being comes to life
I roll down the slope of your body
to your feet
twin constellations
in this earthly night
where we read the history
of the world

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