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.