Jeanpaul Ferro
Her nude body ghost white
in the moonlight,
her hands clutching her knees
close to her chest by the
side of the pool,
blue tiles next to blue water,
wind in her black hair,
angel’s wings tattooed on her back,
I fan the crackling woodfire,
light her body up red now,
redder when I split her open,
little by little, fingers first,
our tongues touching –
delicate,
the thoughts in our minds:
blackness, the nighttime sky,
spring.
Simbiosis
Hernando Rico Sanchez