Wednesday, April 20, 2016

NaPoWriMo # 34

The inaccessible 


I entered 
the uncomfortable night
of your body
tu amurallada ciudad
with moistened footsteps,
and the long creak
of the catwalk was lost
amid the shouts of stevedores
and sailors.  

It was midnight
before I found your labyrinth.
You would be talking to me
about the fleeting language
of a broken clock, the wings
of your Moroccan city,
the life of its cobblestones,
when suddenly you become
the quiet rage, the trembling
conversation of doubts:
the inaccessible power 
of an orgasm. 

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