The Balcony
Your belly coated in honey
my desire improved by the sun
having now revealed the gunpowder
words of passion
And still you were absent
As golden as you cared to be
arousing compliments again
like secrets pouring from a man
broken on the wheel
And still you were absent
I waited for you too long
succumbing to cowardice
lifting the scabs of history
to free myself
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
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