UM BARCOON WATER, cold and stretching
unclothing
Corpo
The dancers cross over the lake
Not following
But to stall
Mind the kiss and truth
You find yourself nowhere, lady.
Feet torso
All is shallow wherever your eyes reach.
The lake opens up to show their fish teeth
Eating your head
Poet's Note: ‘Um barco’ is ‘a boat’ in Portuguese