Iberian Plateau

I confirm that her hands
were real
mapped into mine
sketches of skin
or saliva semantic gulps
palpable tulips
in red through the squeeze
of the moment
I confirm the savoring
of an aged ocean
bathed fingers in the bulb
the bulb uprising she
salty and the gif
the gif we never took
keeps broadcasting
memories across framed eyes
lids, hair, lips
breakfast for two across the Iberian
plateau of
effusiveness -
you should have met me
in Lisbon.
JC, 2014