And still you were absent

 

Like a mariner disassembling

his compass

I came to you without eyes

or anticipation

not caring if it was an arrival

or return

 

And still you were absent

 

I found you

on the blood red balconies of Cadiz

blooming in spring

succulent as a melting pear

 

and you advancing

with lilies in your hair

crowning a smile

that was not worn for me