need seven nights
I need seven nights, eight days to find me, write several outputs, shred time admire the open music of the trees, the mythological work of the poem. awaken the inner violins that take care of the streets I bring your name burned in my arms, a poisoned mirror in my throat. deviating snakes from borders that separate us I retreat like a convalescent animal the cliffs you bring to your shoulders, oh, the precipices that bend over your name. a lightning factory explodes at sea speed nobody knows anything about the moon that lives on your nerves. every night, every day that I find your body will be the space itself in the sleeping body near the neck the primitive mornings where everything disappears without a trace. English Version first appeared at Spittoon Collective Spittoon Collective