What do I have If I don’t have The Blues

What do I have If I don’t have The Blues

I sailed the sea in an unknown course

via my hands where love dwelt,

and had a kingdom.

Where dripping stars on clean shoulders

showed truth. One breeze left

without a destination. Where a woman

institutes a kiss, trees prostrate to winter.

It isn't necessary to say,

the heart without being a tear

can darken the face.

I leaned my elbows on the past,

and without looking, your absence

penetrated my chest to lick my heart.

The air, a hand that scanned my forehead.

My forehead, where the moon was an inscription,

a voice sculpting its dustbin.

It wasn't necessary to cloud loneliness

with the dust of a dissolved kiss.

It wasn't necessary to memorize the night in a tear.

There are crayons in the form of time,

water glasses where the evening floats in silence.

There's a tree branch like the carved arm of abandonment.

Winter hibernates inside my heart.

I wait for the unwritten letter

where forgetfulness names me its heir.