SWIMMING IN THE DARK
Hands aged ahead of you
Pearls of water in the side not reached by the moon
Your other face
as peaceful as your own arm
How naïve can it be? – in a balloon
This Arabic yell – the silence
Then you got to the margin
And surrounded by water and sky
Asked where to leave your memories
Say: in the horizons of a bed you found your dreams
Shake them, shake them
The neighbour’s field occupied
Filling with gas the heart
ching
She painted her body and showed to 10 turtles
The body followed the sun to succumb
simply ink
Forgotten all the names
The lady-boat, an eternal vacant of the forgotten seas
writes her name
Heavily
– breathes freezing water
A rain of whales to fill her hands
All to find an unmoving word . . . to set forth
Tourmaline-made
Cables of jade