Wednesday, September 30, 2009

um

de todos os poemas que escrevo
um
para te dizer entre muitos
poemas
que todos os poemas que escrevo
escrevo para ti
tu
que entre todos me lembras
que respiro

E te fazes menino
e te embalo
ao som de todos os poemas
que escrevo
para ti
E se assim dormes
nas amadas palavras
serás meu filho
porventura
e meu corpo
um enredo de menino
perdido
entre poemas e teias
que teço
uma a uma
para ti

sms

o céu cor de rosa e a tua voz
num soneto por sobre o mar
em segundos
eu que sou sal e água
não preciso de ondas
deito-me
e deixo que nades
sobre mim

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

my first name

calling me by my first name
he says its him
I know, I say
how do you know?
I know the sound of your voice
Oh!

a stone a pebble
under your tongue

my first name
to anyone
anywhere
that's how it is here

but the sound of my first name
in your tongue
in the sound of the air
passing through teeth
your tongue
touching the sky of your mouth
saying my first name
me
pebbles
small stones
washed in the river of your
American saliva
my first name
me
Socrates
walking by the ocean
practicing his speech
not stuttering anymore
the sound of my first name
under your tongue
I imagine there must be some Greek in you...

Medicine doctor

sometimes someone summons me
in love with me
so they say
so have I summoned you
somehow in love with you
not that you truly heal me
medicine doctor
but that the sound of your voice
silences my insanity
its not the sleeping magic
that invokes
its the sound of vaguely
sensuous blue eyes
intently upon me

intriguingly foreignly alone
naturally on the verge of dementia

its the sound of blue havens
and heavens and ports of arrival

so I am in love with you
or so I say
like sometimes
someone or other
say
simply staring at me