the enchanting way you hold your glass
or how your nearness makes my heart skip
its beat. I promise not to write how your
eyes, river deep, make me forget all I’ve
learned and when finally ours meet you
catch me as I’m falling and I must look
away to subdue my vertigo.
No one needs to know how you carry us
away without really moving. It is there a
moon hangs above the sea line like languid
fruit where I affix our names among the stars.
Isla Negra Chile