Estampa federal

Caught up in the night
your deep-set eyes,
your lips are a clasp
stained with lilac.
Your dreams in my dreams,
cold, so cold.
Whispers of your fear,
soft, so soft.
How white your words
how dark your anguish,
the flower of your hope
how sad, how wilted.
Tangled in this escape
your life and my life.
Beloved, at dawn,
I take your goodbye.

Laughing in the shadows
Lady Encarnación.
Federal bows
in your hairpiece.
They dance at the party
of the corn huskers,
the gulls roll,
the lancers spin.
And in the ruckus
of the red party,
next to your eye
I drink the sorrow
of my unease.