En Un Estanque De Libelulas

My love floats with water lilies
It's a pond of blue dragonflies
Yours is a trio of swallows
In a forest of paper

Black sparks piercing clouds

My love will be water from a steamboat
Yours charcoal, polished shelf to hang plates
To hang plates with beautiful drawings of flowering trees
For new warm nights of forgetfulness

Love is the light that passes through the eyes of a Roman bridge
Changing light that caressed its ashlars with the hands that carved them
Our love is a clay bust of beautiful freedom with earrings
It's white tea leaves with humid scents from the East

My love floats with water lilies
It's a pond of blue dragonflies
Castle roof of swallows
In a forest of paper

Abandoned ruins under the clouds

The harp gives notes, trembling with roses
And in your brief mouth refines the flute
Shavings of twigs

Of curls of twigs, angel shavings
From your sweet breath marzipan in loops
And drops of anise

From today I will burn my stubble to celestial goddesses
That in moonless nights, votive lanterns, give good omens to new loves

No more, my love, will be a firm hand of a tight wicker ring
It will forever be of Argentine iron, its sheath of worn leather