It was between amber and brown,
between fire and earth.
The rich dark chocolate
of dusk had set in
A wave of dust
had colored the wood
I took contemplative miniature steps
–feeling every
wood, seasoned or un-aged,
Knocked
on the planks,
on open doors
Finally, I found you.
From your feet
to the brim,
heavy and bright,
my fingers had
brushed against you
You left an oval of dirt ,
on my fingertips.
I knew you were salty,
a fruit that the seas of
my emotion had chosen.
to stand against the
wall of the house,
open to me
like a mouthful of kisses
I had mourned and perished
and grew with the books in your bosom.
Naked in your skin
I will dismantle you slowly.
Take down
books of poetry and prose,
books clothed in their glory jackets
books naked and threadbare.
I wish I could depart with you,
to another life
but for now I kill you,
with pain that stabs me
when I stab you.
I will bleed my knuckles over you.
I will leave coffee mug stain on you
– a circle like a ring, a circle
akin to handcuffs you’d think.
Sometimes a house lizard will run over
leaving padded footsteps
marked in dust.
Your death will reduce to
ashes and the wind will powder me
with your gray remains.
I will lose my companion,
one autumnal summer of amaltas
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