Eco of love

CREDIT

I discovered it
next to the feet
of a tear

Dead
of love

Moored
to the beauty of his wound

Flickering

Alone

For the eyes
forgetfulness

And here is
my hand in its abyss
thawing the syntax
of his blood
of his talismans
and its dock
which is now a graft of salt

Here is
my hand on his face
disfiguring the alphabet
of his loneliness

Now
pronounce this look
what breathes you

Eco of love

(Orlando Medina)