Poema de Amor (3 & 4)
3
daylight bends itself round rock and turns into shadow
we flourish in blocks of fire
dreaming new selves from roots and branches
we clasp each resurrection with greedy fingers
will we watch the moon again tonight?
dark angel bodies with butterfly wings
our shadows have eloped together
we can see them sitting side by side
bumping each other’s knees at a table in the zócalo
4
church bells gild the barrio’s rooftops
our fingers reach to the skies and hold back light
we draw blinds to shut out the day and shadows fill us
we dream ourselves together in a silent movie
closed flesh woven from cobwebs
waiting to be opened by a slash of the tongue
the neighbour’s dog watches from the azotea
he barks bright colours as dawn opens doorways on the street
can he see the flowers growing from our tangled limbs?
your fingers sew a padlock on my lips
“Listen to the crackle of the rising sun!”
rogermoorepoet 