There
Are Things I Can't
Seldom
have
I seen one's mind
so
deeply trapped within a thin
layer
of water
crisp
as a wafer – eucharistic, I mean
almost
drowning in its
taste
of purity – trappist
tears
slowly contouring
Satie's
Gymnopedies – seldom have I felt
its
melodic flavor, touching
my
hands, breasts, eyes
with
a caress
unknown
to
me
as
the night withers
it
self
in
its levity
and
nothing but fragments -
faces,
lips, the moisture of mouths -
I
realize the trap
this
time
is
me
©
2016, José Eduardo Coelho
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