Hermoso niño: Esto está acerca de usted

1. Last year
you said
"I can't stand
Winter,
Goodbye"

2. and boarded your plane for the sun
that's right you try to find your way back
but in your absence, I burned away
all the snow until alone I stood
with all my scattered pieces, whole

3. The hand-knit of so far so short
threadings of you and I

now that somewhere
in the stars there,

favors hang and I

am unconscious to myself,

unconscious to the him-of-him
only conscious to what
has yet to unravel
from me

4. Nightblind, we peer, survey the azimuth for spectres of love with more watch than widows counting stitches with their hands while the waves are lapping seaside in their eyes wide-open.

But for us, we are newsboys, in bars, on street-corners, headlining frustrations while slobbering over bar glass. For you, there is always someone to dole out devotion. Lick your fingers, regroup and rechoose your resources all before the sun can wash the shore to reveal what the waves have already made clear: they could never leave a mark on me.