martes, 16 de agosto de 2011

UNTITLED POEM OF MARIETTA MORALES RODRIGUEZ



One night into your room and go
to the top of your bed .
to explore new territory
key where my flag in the tip of
your chest .
Full story labyrinths walked ,
small cities and vi on the tip of your feet .
Those small soldiers made me shudder .
Bebi each of these people
your like a cup of hindu ,
moisture in the snow .