OTERO, Blas de

Body of You

That land with light is my heaven.

Alba of God, shuddering

it will rise through my blood. And a relente

of flame, it will give me your chill.

Two-column bridge, and I laugh.

You, the fallen river, and I its bridge

embracing, enclosing its stream

of light, of love, of blood in madness.

Now, breeze in the breeze. Soft silk.

Now, folded door, fragile key.

Light wall. Slight, sealed, unharmed.

Then, God's frond and mine chasm.

Now. Then. So. Yes that's why

desired and no shade yet.