II. smell vanilla, lavender, the scum, the cinnamon.
Sometimes a thin scent of water,
as the clouds or rain, sometimes a violent
perfume reminiscent of a gazelle skin,
the sweat and blood of an animal in heat .
But always, the final, vanilla, lavender ...
STATEMENT OF INTENT
miserable I talk about love and lavish,
of your soul that is the fire but it is also frost
of sudden moods and gestures tender
of the crowd, whispering, of glory and fear.
Let me tell you his name softly.
(From the book Bower water)
I. touch
Come slowly to my domain;
your fingers so much space
blind, the darkness that surrounds
my body to build a road and come
to me through the thick veil
and taciturn of the shadows.
Save me with the light in your fingers
if I touch, conjures the negligence, or tease
abrásame in touch
splendid and clear of your hands.
As the butterflies of the night,
to flame you'll summon,
'd rather burn to be in the dark.
(From the book Bower water)
IV. taste
salt on the lips. On the tongue,
a wreck and sirens,
perhaps algae, and taste of funds
sparkling green ocean.
Sex always know winter sea,
to gales in the middle of the night.
(From the book BEDROOM WATER)
