photograph by Sergio A. Ortiz
made of water
fill my eyes with light.
You rain and leaves come to be verdant.
You rain and butterflies flutter.
You rain and fruits quench my thirst.
Your moist hands
caress the skin of the earth
and ripe fruits grow into drops of honey.
You: the mirror of suns
latched on to heaven's path.
You: the mirror of slumberous rain.
Your eyes wet with spilled water
watch the moon undress
while night tigers eat your liquid dreams.