They Never Parted
They never parted
From the garden of embraces
And they traveled around the red rose of kisses.
The hurricanes tried
To tear them apart in rage
With sharp swords
And bony lightning.
They added themselves to a land
Of flocks of hands.
They measured the rocks
Pushed by the wind
Between melted mouths.
They dug through ruins,
Their arms each time
Deeper into their bodies.
Haunted, drowned
By a great hopelessness
Of memories and moons,
November and March—
They saw themselves burst
Like shifting dust,
But always embraced.
