Side Effects

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