SFO

There are places that hurt

when you rip them from your body

Will you always know?

That I come from a land

where summer never ends

where the torsos of the boys

have coffers full of water

and love is an ocean full of the dead

I have grown far from the eternal summer

with roots bare to the air.

Now I wrap my body with a language

that doesn’t  cover me completely

and that leaves my feet tired and blue.

But I have learned to smile with a cage on my tongue

like the language of the birds that repeat sounds

and in my ears an alphabetic labyrinth.

Pay attention:

You'll see right in my chest

the adolescent black wool

a hidden wound with the shape of a map

That I visit and I share sometimes

where I keep the intense memory

of everything that I was.

Blue

Your voice removes my shell 
what agony when the night seeks a bite
suicide stars announce your arrival
my body cried with happiness
now my compass chose you from the herd.
And I like that dreamt version of you. 
That one. 
The version of you that lies down after the glory.
Your water of golden puddles.
Your back absorbs sighs
all those times you doesn’t fit in my gaze.
What imprecise contact!
You had to be blue to drown me in you. 

King George

You’ve stopped repeating yourself
voice of a poem of Lorca to Whitman
echo of a voice of Leonard Cohen
You haven’t repeated yourself
with the silver tear
with the desire to meet me
reigning the lone hours
and they dance angel porno songs by Aerosmith
you don’t repeat yourself
middle east
stupid question
unnecessary guilt
and the want for a little while longer
in my bee hive heart
in our hand knots
in our newborn desire naked
screaming and new
and the red city beats
the red city always dances with death
I waited for the tornado of bodies
the saliva tidal wave
the beating boy
I would wait for the broken heart
caressed between the teeth
but you haven’t repeated yourself
I confessed my ruins
while the word hungry
looked to become a verse
only to do something to you.

Sir King
Have you noticed?
Distances aren't measured in kilometers
but in lonesomeness.

Homo-onym

There was tragedy in the black minutes

There were sad fireflies consumed by time

Iris and pupil were magnetized

yours, mine.

The tongue as key and on your skin so many reluctant locks.

I would watch my dear friend ignoring curiosity

There were two naked feelings and the sentence mock them

The enthusiasm was broken and it would rain often

And I dared to think that we would come together.

And when tact made its presence I thought it would last

But it didn't.

And it wasn't about me or someone else.

It was just that failure laid lurking around. 

And I loved you like a brother

I loved you like an incestuous brother loves.

It would surprise you how green I am sometimes.

Erosion Cycle

The proximity burned you because the intention wasn't authentic.

The prayer was just for the bitterness to not win the passion

But two heads get worse confused than one

and the script wasn't set on winning

and there is no valid argument to change the direction. 

Some things erode with your contact. 

Because when the rise imposes itself the fear of falling continues.

What sentimental nature.  

The carrier skin wears faster than a butterfly's life.

Fear accompanies the things that can't change.

Truth be told there is a part of us that will always remain alone.

And this whole time I've known it and will know it.

Poem of the bereaved

I will miss your white legs

your soft belly

your beard on my back

your watermelon breath

your fingers in my mouth

your long feets

and the nicknames I gave you.

I will always miss

what I thought you were,

because I love you

as no one does anymore,

and you couldn't care less.