by Cabezon

Vacancy within its own familiar table,
shunned by the surrounding empty cold,
whose life gives it water out of the shelter,
gives you a body:

(I reach out to touch you, what you offer
etched in the steel of your familiar eyes,
washed up on my shore by the sea's blue breath

to live again, the invasion of memory, still suffering of heaven)

You refuse to frighten for the sake of dropping your roses,
the heart of watching them shatter at my feet
for you mention I am supposed to see you here,
another message from the threads of time deciphered
(the invasion of memory, memory gives you a body,
body still suffering of heaven)

the glass roses of no forgotten utopia, the unfamiliar taste,
rejection by death, and return in sleep to correct the
fatal mistake:
You own this shimmering ocean, the house of love
in blue delight, in all its vague imagery that I curse,

for you live again in invasion of my memory,
my memory gives you a body,
your body still suffering of heaven,
the roses you create from your hands:

--Cabezon

Added 29 August 1998

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