Sunday, October 12, 2014

Simon Anton Diego Baena- A Poem

Letter to

Love. Where are you 
now? I sought your voice
under the pillows scented with your sweat.
I yearned for your saliva, for your breath
in the opaque corners of my room,
in empty bottles of gin
and goblets of cigarette ashes.
I looked for your pubic hair
in the labyrinth of soiled condoms.
I searched for your lips
in the feathers of dead pigeons,
in dim alleys
and in dried creeks of garbage.
I wept
till these tears flooded
your casket of newspaper sheets.

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