the back of the Mirror

i whispered your name

here

upon the pages

traces of you between the alphabet

i think

the clock has forgotten its time

absorb the rain

how crystal the sound of his call

upon the wind

upon the skins that slip away

jaguar hasn't forgotten the sun

and the Queen would soon tire of comfort

riot in the vein

gnaw on my maiden bone

hounds in the forrest

her musk invades the senses

bodies turn in their sheets tangled

sweat

lodge the bullet

close to the heart

so you will NOT forget Death

do not neglect your grave

succulent fruits

the gesture

the moment between

altered view

the back of the mirror

now

i can see

the season

watch your step

your dream has frozen

rivers

rivers where we stood

breathless