Side
effects
Come
drink the full moon
expunge
my sadness away you brave
soldiers.
Love ruins have become something
for
which there is no name
no
map will guide your fingers
no
water shall curve those roses
dripping,
dripping, dripping
matter,
infinitesimal thickness
yet
you and I have known
these
stolen places and their meanings rising
like
nimbos between words
shadows
among the milky pattern
of
bodies
The
luxury of sand existence
In
me shells and oracles
©
2018, José Coelho
