Sunday, January 3, 2010

Jaime Saenz


YOUR SKULL
.
-for Silvia Natalia Rivera
.
These rains,
I don't know why they would make me love a dream I had,
many years back,
containing a dream of yours
-your skull appeared to me.
.
And it had an exalted presence;
it didn't look at me- it looked at you.
And it drew near my skull, and I looked at you
And when you were looking at me, my skull appeared to you;
it didn't look at you.
It looked at me.
.
In the exalted night,
someone looked on;
and I dreamed your dream
--beneath a soundless rain,
you hid within your skull,
and I hid within you.

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