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.