FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

surely you must have noticed by now
that he is evading
what could have been real but you must
understand
that he is already in pain with all
the nightmares that
visit his brain in his sleep
his eyeballs rolling seeking an
exit from
the misery of the nerves
that inhabit his
brain

evasion by itself is beauty
a metaphor for survival

when you meet again
you shall speak of the most irrelevant things

such as a blue bird, a black butterfly that lands
on her white hand
a tree that is longing for a blue bird
a star that hangs itself on a branch of
the night

you do not speak about love
it is too direct to be understood and it will be painful
if confronted

you evade describing a face of a woman
you have seen her dressed in black satin her hair long and curly
her eyes sunken
her cheeks some valleys of so many deaths

you always dream of her
you do not tell her any hint about it
how she stares at you
and blames you for all her miseries in that faraway land
where she exiles herself

she knows how to convert pain into art
pieces of poems
and until all these pains do not subside into a calm
and deep river
she will not spare you
any of her words

that fly in silence into the skies of your
mouth
and lands into the crevices of
your
abandoned heart

the reasons fail to justify you
as you continue in your uncharted journey
that one day
you meet again and you do not anymore remember
what pain is there in the past
or even
what happiness shall lie ahead

at that point
what is relevant is not even regret
but only to be
back in your arms again

she lets her head rest in your chest
and then you close your
weary eyes