Apparently, it was like an apparition
He eyed me, ***** in his wilderness
Heaving me to the haven of his handsomeness
Him, my male, my marvelous malediction
His Eye seeing my I inside the aperture
Of his “camera’’, when our room was nature
But plunged in the ocean of his sea, see
Like two heroes wrestling on the coastline
We rose naked, his fingertips skimmed my spine
Between skies and waters, with our furious epitome
We made love to the waves, alike Eteocles
The current circling our chromatic compositions
Our tongues watery, our limbs exhausted
In this hopeless happiness, we stroke our passions
On the rough wood of Pan’s harp, oh Polynices!
Cursed by a kiss, blessed by a blow and exulted
By the smooth summits of our souls and bodies
Seduced by the sweetest sin, singing our silent rhapsodies
My name is Miguel, I am not Michael the archangel
But he certainly was. In the warmth of
the wave lays my angel.
November 13, 2014
Inspired by the movie by Javier Fuentes-León, ‘’Undertow’’ or Contracorriente (2009)
