Your hands

photograph by Sergio A. Ortiz

Your hands

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.