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terça-feira, 15 de novembro de 2016

Unruled

Unruled

And while the music played
his closed eyes
danced, for as long as
his imagination
ruled


© 2016, José Coelho

quarta-feira, 15 de abril de 2015

Measurement Tools

Measurement Tools


Which are the best tools for taking measures?

Her waist is thinner
when I have my hands on it -
my hands are a tool
for caressing, for pressing, for mapping my understanding
of her waist.

At dawn, my eyes can trace the contour of her ankles
up to the ribs.
They too, are tools of measurement.

Once I spent hours holding a stranger's
hand. And we became two and a half.
My heart couldn't arrest the thing slipping
between our bodies, so it grew and shrunk, again and again
swelling as in a vessel.

It felt like crossing the Atlantic.
The heart is a measurement tool as well.

When I write I'm measuring
my thoughts and putting it down, through my fingers -
they
measure the decimals of everything.


© José Coelho, 2015