Sharp mind-aches control his day
The sway of a woman is to blame
Her memory hugs his hand
infiltrates his amnesia
Dry skin absorbs that memory
(like a sponge in the touch of water)
until it reaches his broken limb
Those eyes sink in the absence
of an exhilaration twice stolen
Despair reaches his bones
It fractures her spirit
It opens his eyes
She is on the same rocking chair
misinterpreting the mess
_____Adriana Citlali
XX-IV-MMXIV