Navel Moon
By Raúl Gómez Jattin
Raúl Gómez Jattin / Ombligo de luna
I sketch your outline from the lighthouse down to the city walls
Your iron eyes are glow hallucinated
Sea skips over stones and my soul’s got it wrong
Sun sinks into water and water is pure fire
You’re almost like a dream Almost a stone in time’s swaying
A tender archetype solid in these dim days
your way of soothing my tears
Letting loose your body against mine Mad
like a foal in prairie fire
Spilling your words on my knowledge
like a poison to heal absence
Recalling things used and forgotten
with a bright wondrous flight
It’s getting late my love Sea brings storms
A pale moon recalls your naval
And a few clouds light and slow like your hands
drink thirstily Like when I die up against your mouth
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