I watch the trout that spins in water clear and fast, green
pebbles, leaf shadows, me as dragonfly, a dance
that hovers and rushes in weedy water. Push, my heart, push
through darkness, darkness that is warm and smells of half-
opened lilies. If I could change one physical thing
about myself, it would be this:
The wings of moths that catch the sunlight,
the perfect fear that pinches my soul,
the elegant fans of scallops.
Perhaps we could start by speaking softly.
Comienza, mi amor. Begin by holding one movimiento
puro, the movement of one soul that lightens the night.
I got lost in that night, yo me perdi de esa noche.
Banal as doorknobs, I have dabbled in madness.
Chiaroscuro. Green pebbles, leaf shadows, clear water.
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