Letras, peripecias

cuentos, poesias, relatos, ideas

Month: June, 2015

Boxing Day

We climbed to the top
of Parliament Hill, murmuring
words like mausoleums
kites suspended in disguise
the wind picked up, and suddenly
the sun revealed your face
and the mask faded
into the serenity of the sky.

Undercurrents

I swim
to him
and move
away
afloat
we hide
inside
it’s dark
and yet
the light
we breath
to see
the night
I’m here
outside
no sea
the rite
a code
we’re here
abound
submerge
we dive
to grasp
your eyes
instead
to be
this near
inside
I touch
and down
you fear
the sea
I’m here.