Saturday, August 05, 2017

Last night






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.

His manhood, sullen.
He hit me with a hammer 
on the coccyx. We lived 
that spiteful health
with which hunger kills
when laying with another body.

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

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

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